Gu Lords

Sewers are strewn with corpses of carrots,
nectarine skulls and peach sloughs
fermenting in the arteries of cities.

The gutters gargle with grape entrails,
mango marrow, and the pulp of privilege
nourishing the bloated bellies of bins.

The concrete congeals with tomato stains
squished coriander and the puree of parsley
nurturing the mildew that murals the walls.

The pipes pulse with dairy despair,
lactose laments and souring milk memories
sustaining fat-lined steel bowels

The dumpsters groan with crushed caviar
sprawled sushi and weeping wagyu
feeding the fungus that froths metal maw.

The Gut lords, gluttonous and godlike,
swallow civilization in silver spoonfuls,
excreting empires into rusted cisterns.