Senses (or gravy topping molded minds)

humanity spews out words
the aftereffects coalescing
in a pulsing outrage to sentience
like ancient egyptian gods
stringing brains from ears
not important enough to save
for the afterlife

humanity slops on sights
like so much cheap gravy
the gelatinous masses tremble
as they fill the void
left by the egyptian gods
mesmerizing the masses into
breathing jello molds

humanity skewers the sound
dipping it into their minds
their drooling tongues
salivating over the acrid flavor
lolling out from numbness
it wags, slobbering on neighbors
spreading its consuming diseases

humanity heaps on the touches
disease infested carcasses
run sharp nails down each other
as though the touch of rape
as it marinates them in blood
could somehow cover the missing spices
of their other deadened senses

humanity cannot stomach its taste
but they consume each other with zeal
scraping brains from heads and
cocooning into their silent worlds
to reemerge a delicacy of decay
their words leaving behind a pulsing residue
to be consumed by those not yet affected