Morning Death Reminders thus ring the bells of aging and skin disease;
Blemishes, scars, cuts, depressions, scabs, moles, rips, tears and warts;
Eyes sunken deep, flesh bags, cellulite bottoms and ringworm sleaze.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall proclaims: look at the face particles, broken quartz.
Hairs on head and body frighten the sprites away from such ghastly sights;
Twisted grey hairs, blackened stumps, skin tags, dark lesion laden hordes;
Rotting teeth, purple-red receding gums, dirty jagged nails, nervous bites.
Intestinal gas rivers, diarrhea residues, anus shafts, and armpit stench chords.
Monsters emerge from dead skin blanketed bed sheets: we visit toilet seats;
Excretion exchanges release pent up stomach weights for rot consumption;
Gaseous disruptions infect the air: releasing some invisible petrol pleats.
Excrement, urine and paper; Mucus, spittle, phlegm for the Extreme Unction.
Death’s morning glory does not hide; but only declares the expiration date;
Private, personal quarters leave us all alone to meditate. on such a vile Fate!