Melting earwax drools
down the tensed muscles in your neck.
Unbeknownst to your deaf ear
the erotically excited fly buzzes orgasms
as it licks the forsaken noise
secreted inside that golden drip.

Its lover in crime, the beetle,
quenches its thirst as it sucks visions
from room temperature tears denied
the opportunity to scream suicide.
Its hoary foot splashes
as greed lures him to a watery grave
when he bites and burrows ‘neath your eyelid.

Resourceful creatures, these insects,
natural phenomenons humbled,
their bellies kiss the dusts in exaltation
to the god who provides feasts
of kings
and peasants alike,
equalized in decay – the Starving know
not the difference.