After Flesh

Oh, great harmony! Of dancing planets and changing tides, I have answered nature's requests and brought its proper tithes. All is here with this great earth, so fill your mouths with soil and pack your eyes with dirt. This great land, it whispers to me. Do you hear its hushed words clear as day? What began as mortal blood is so much more. You speak of flesh. What of bark? What is life without the cold and dark? Do you see this as a choice? I speak of an end to pain; I speak with no voice. I feel the end of suffering. I see the creeping blight. I smell each drop of spite. I have no need for sight. I touch cold blood in the night.