The Earth is an organ fueled by sugar.
It helps the fire eat rock and become more rock.

Sugar from canes and islands seeps
Sub-epidermal, then is an enzyme, thick and alive.

All of the sinuous passion of metabolism,
Is excreted by the lava in the center of the earth.

Pimples appear- volcanos in Alaska, Mongolia-
The red-orange puss of a planet suspended in space.

But land is wide; water deep,
And the matter beneath the living surface,

Is more dense than the gray matter of brain,
Forty-eight ounces floating within the fluid barrier.

Bacteria grows freely, it’s part of the atmosphere,
We breathe it and host it, and eventually it eats us.

We have seventy years to beat the mold,
The human fungus. A seventy year average until

Our bones turn to dust, and when the rain falls again
We are washed into the water supply,

And we are drank by our survivors,
then pissed out, yellow names in the snow.