My hands are at times,
As much dead skin,
As living.
Calluses & the white double growths,
Of necrosis.
It all makes sense,
You see:
We’re ourselves ecosystems –
Multicelled existences,
Biotic cultures of tract, sinus, or jaw.
Split.
Divide.
Mitosis.
Meiosis.
Back & forth,
Until worms take the rest.
Until Worms Take The Rest.
