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DETRITUS





Under the swinish plain of carrion and

From the vat of putrid putrefaction;

Escapes the smell of sulfuric hell

Rises the most acrid smelly plume



Over the graveyard of the water,

Lay the rotten flesh of our sons

War begotten all that is rotten

Detritus rules under the sun



Oleaginous burning fat from 9/11

Sickening squeamish cries Arise

Fostered  by the denizens of sheol

And by Beelzebub Lord of the Flies.



Animal throats open to the knife

Spring lambs slaughtered in their pen

Billions allotted for the Pentagon budget

Bloody wounds never allowed to mend



Detritus in the foul and filthy air; detritus

Made from the ass’s skeleton, to kill and

Maim and add to the heap.  Detritus alone

Is all that we are ever allowed to keep.