The Rotten

the rotten 

gather together

hoping 

to slowly 

decompose 

into something 

meaningful,

that grows

into something

conceivably 

less evil

than their rotten

ways, but

a trauma

memory

remains

and

the rotten 

will never

change,

the ether’s

clogged up

with spiritual 

compost,

far too acidic 

for a seedling 

to shoot, 

or a human 

root to 

bare 

their fruit