Orchard Of Flesh

buried six feet deep,
it is mere a gangrened body
it is your own pale cadaver,
so brutally battered,
so hard to agnise,
laid stray forever,
in this orchard of flesh...
there are myriads like you,
your friends and your foe,
everyone with a different tale,
a secret that they all drape,
beneath their bloated bodies
amidst this rotten stench,
in this orchard of flesh,
there are even more to come,
waiting in this incessant que,
watching the maggots devour on you,
and the rats savor as they chew,
and you will soon coalesce,
your body will turn into grease,
in this orchard of flesh..
At last remains a putrid malt,
Slowly seeping into the earth,
Once a leader but now a filth
Once a lover but now so vile,
Once a charmer but now a rot,
In the soil they are equal made
in this orchard of flesh..