Pea pods filled with teeth

Gnashing nature and crumpled bones

Fleshy green with rot beneath

Shamble across the tombstones

 

Of grinning skeleton trees

Beneath glittering blood stars

Death’s haunting striptease

Reflect the nakedness of Mars

 

God of war, like the god of plague

Where the land consumes the dead

Matters little how they fell or begged

Disease or famine or bloodshed

 

You might take a bite and feel the same

But be warned if illusion holds sway

No matter your wealth or fame,

We all taste death someday