MEAT

We fill our meat sacks with air and water and food and smoke and plastic and sugar and more meat sacks because our meat is superior to theirs. Who decided that we would be above all flesh in the food chain? We are guilty of oppression against the natural order of the mud. Existence is but a collection of neurotransmitters and synapses that flow back into the soil; relieving itself of the ache your brain made it represent. We are all meat, and we all rot.

Rot is the bridge between our putrid lives and misery filled organs to the ultimate silence and relief. Rot in the proof that death is to be celebrated. We return to the soil we rise from. We must stray from these blasphemed acts of preservation of the dead, for their atoms never get to be one with the soil again. They do not receive the gentle, warm comfort of the decay. We are a composition of bottomless song and fights we pick. Give your bones the honour of breaking down again.

Feel the way my skin hangs off of my body like a butcher’s display. Smell the decomposition, feed into the sensation of gnawing on my bones when you kiss me. A side of beef for sale. A side of meat for sale. We are all a showcase in God’s butcher shop. We show off the blood and flesh that pounds through our veins. We slice our hearts open for the undeserving. We are all meat, we are all meat.

The flies and corvids know of the criticality of the rot. They know, they too will rot one day, and consume it as part of their composition. Putrid meat is the purest of them all. Putrefaction is purification. Learn that the rot does not exist to signify the mangled ending of all life. Our sight, smell, and touch may perceive it to be that way. That does not translate the intention of the rot to be as such. Existence and meaning are not limited to our perspective.

The rot is our stairway back home. To returning. To resting. The elements of our body break down into the fundamental elements it has received from the universe. Our existence is a borrowed brilliance. We give our atoms meaning as interest and return to the fungus alongside the trees.