detritevours

people hate us. milipedes, cockroaches, sea cucumbers, earth worms.

but then people die.

like fallen leaves, they lay,

in rich aroma.

we do all the work. mulching away as we ingest all the rotten leftover.

a mobster, a film star,

a politician, a pool cleaner,

we care not for nationality,

we dont give a hoot if they can spell.

all we care about is feeding.

do you want to take a greater interest?

give a hand in decomposition?

well, come right in, mulch away,

plenty for everyone.

and if you feel,

that your stomach seizes in pain,

perhaps you ate too much,

no matter,

we'll carry on without you.