Last Days of a Cook

Images cascade like arcane avalanches, tired still
Water resisting form
Spiteful of governed universe,
I conquer my flesh

Bludgeoning barrage of grass blades stamped out
Dirt empire drowning downward

Fists flowering forthright in the company of flora
The flames of our departure devouring fauna
These goddamn Hands marred bloody tools of misfortune

By decree of debauchery this town is anchored to alcohol
Depressed vitals vaguely clawing at the tree line
Browning foliage reminiscent of dead meat

The only memory
of our humanity

I must admit,
I weep as I watch the beef burning in the pan