I watch my clarion reflection
in mirroring pools
of excrement and clareting war.
Unrestrained violent seizures
approach your licentious corpus delicti blue.
Some may not understand
the curious sensuality
of youthful innocence
and the playful exploratory touching
of soft-bodied young
maggots gorging your detached portions
of face and chest until the Diptera
travel away from the main food source
to your moist spot.
I ejaculate all over your fermenting sweater
and rotting sister.
My depraved voracity
for your lascivious sex is done
with the purist of intentions
in mastering the art
of my Carnal Plunder.