Stray Seeds

Immured by silt-flesh
filthy skin within I bake
my millions of shared bacteria.

You stop, able to see
deformity makes us kin, your friend
makes me further determined.

My approach is disturbing
in that you seem undisturbed by my
joints that crack and crumble

with each step carefully placed
a thin dust trailing lines of flies;
their sycophantic buzz for waste.

I greet you with a guttural breath
of airless ooze -- communicates
a primal language, precious bond.

You stumble from the stench
but shared in being selfish props;
throwaways of your friend.

You are small, I smaller still
encased in that which matters least
oh give me small revenge

oh tiny man that tiny feels
the oh-so need to feel self-worth
oh come with me to scheme.