• A viscous trail of slime
    Follows you,
    You who dwells in the mud
    And rotted leaves,
    You who hides under the putrid
    Fungus
    That saps the life from
    The majestic oak and walnut trees
    In the grove in my backyard.
    Your presence is detestable.
    Slug. Oozing slime, thriving
    On Mother Nature's dessicated refuse.
    But this is not your choosing. You,
    Right now, are undoubtedly staring
    Back up at me-- staring
    With those beady, slimy slug eyes
    Of yours and thinking: "What a detestable human.

    "A burning wake of death
    Follows you,
    You who dwells in cages of concrete
    And brick.
    You who hides under the safety of
    Structures you erected,
    Built of the stripped hearts
    Of majestic oak and walnut trees
    From the hands of Mother Nature.
    Human. Spreading disease, thriving
    On a patch of Earth
    That is not your own.
    And yet still,
    You revulse at me!
    You are blind!
    And now you're pouring salt."