Fading Form (Mass Tourism)

Bury me,
eclipse me,
consume me,
draw blood
and steal flesh,
drain all that I have
leave waste you bestow
on ignored lice
eager to feed
on poor leavings

Rigid and frail though
my bones emerge
if scarred,
from the gluttonous onslaught
and within them lies marrow,
the final meat of my form
forgotten by greed
but matter enough
to give new growth
not now,
not yet
but when fattened and dull
you forget your meal
and leave me
to my silence

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