You, the ashen alyssum
homing in on dark bushes
breeding maggots
feeding on flesh.
You the fetid parasite
carrion, the rotten stink
a toxin laced tongue
devouring pith.
You, the stench of
malignant blossoms
a venomous creeper, you
had to attract snakes.
You live among the graves
the poison pollinator,
a corpse floret
of foul odour.
You the venin
cloaked in smirk
a shrew, spiked with malice
must be crushed,
must die.
