A Body Farm

For every life I take,
an ecosystem I create
Blood and guts consumes my life
I am the brutal gardener
I am the quantity controller
no more insane than Jesus Christ.
Forgive my humble abode
Rotting bodies clogging the commode
Please pardon the stench
and the trunk of a man lying on the workbench
Out by the shed
are buzzing hives made of human heads
The gestation of larvae tells us
The time of death
Decomposition
An exhibition, of life
that springs from tragedy
Degeneration
Breakdown and maturation
of DNA.
The residue of
death!
The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh
Dead -
the dead now dead as can be
The cadaver now giving life
harmoniously
A God -
This makes me a god
This is absurd and quite obscene -
the corruption of human beings
My back yard now a goddamned crime scene
I am the ying, I am the yang
Good and evil are one in the same
No more insane than Jesus Christ?
The smell is part of the charm when you live on a ?body farm?
I walk with the stench of decay along corpse littered paths at the break of the day
Ah, the irony in being a killer, yet in the crime-solving community, I am a pillar
A corpse turns to mulch with a good rototiller?
I kill for the good of man
Decomposition
a morbid demonstration
The cycle of life -
in all its majesty
Degeneration -
curdling fermentation
of heaps and heaps of human meat
The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh
Dead -
the dead now dead as can be
The cadaver now giving life harmoniously
A God -
This makes me a god