Shimmering heaps
Of gold and pearl
Spanning hither meager plains
A bloated form
Lost in the valley
And in the mind of glimmering eyes
“This is my birthright”
The blue pursed lips cachinnate
Stained hands
Grasp at the swollen wherewithal
And rub the grotesque paunch
Grinding to jagged dust
That tears the flesh
Illness in me
Wounds ooze and teeth gnaw
Glorious on the palette
The path spawns disease
But steps stray naught
Veins are satiated
Cruel famines of glut
An internal Dolchstoss
To deconstruct and impel
And leave the void within