Zachary Levin

Under the cosmic wheel of sulfur and slime and stardust,
I offered a tribute unto his bloated bench,
Flies, worms, caterpillars,
He appraised all the creeping crawling creatures of Earth equally.

His great warty legs then tensed and rose
Up against me. Erupting: the primordial
Pink slime tongue swaddled and swallowed me.

And he Knew me, and I Knew him.
And unto us we bore a wretched city named Desperation.

That bastard mage of the bellowing croak,
Great moss sage of mirth, mucus, and membrane!