I extrude the vile flux of the new flesh
I vomit out the voices of severed heads
I scarify the cancerous machine growths
I plane the moss of a hollow era
I excavate the petrified enclaves of thought
I bore into the cavities of ossified time
I revenge against a monstrous mechanization
I compel my bones to pierce the world
I rack the cities over the embers of their sallow faith
Bleached grass grows in the hollows and cracks in the pavement
Driftwood shrines mark the graves of forests
Shards of cement wind-blown scathe and excoriate
Abrading the remnants into primordial sand