Rotten  Yellow  -  Pig  Destroyer

(The  body  of  Christ…the  body  of  Christ…the  body  of  Christ…the  body  of  Christ…the  body  of  Christ…the  body  of  Christ  –  Mommy  they  are  coming...)

Stench  of  solvent

Covers  stench  of  rot

I  didn't  even  recognize  her

Like  a  painting

A  masterpiece  torn  to  pieces

And  set  to  flame

Her  own  cells

Turned  on  her

Her  skin

Is  yellow

Like  the  wildflowers

In  July

She  asks  me  how  she  looks

And  I  tell  her

That  she's  as  lovely  as  the  vultures

As  pretty  as  the  larvae  of  the  fly

Pretty  as  the  larvae  of  the  fly