it’s all in the words:
rot   vs.   decompose

let the overripe memories fester
maggots under scalp, scratch
away at hopeless tickets, mourn
old body and way of seeing 
things, desire regression and stick
head in buckets of algae water
to get poisoned with Past

or break away the parts that’ve gone
crumbly, feed to birds, take what
was created by intentional hands
and craft into sunlight, roll in soil
like a once trapped dog, get dirty, get
full of it, taste it, smell it, hear it,
become it