Bugs & Flowers

Out in the forest out past the stone wall
Built by old farmers or older guys
I saw a railway with tracks all rusted
Wild flowers blooming up through the tides

I set out walking just cross-tie walking
Out on the cross-ties where I could step

Sometimes I missed one
Sometimes there was none
Sometimes the flowers had eaten it
The sun was burning the flies were churning
The trees were turning inside the sky
The tracks were rotten some trash forgotten
Sometimes a bottle with ash inside

I've been a walker a sidewalk talker
Out on the sidewalks where I could stay
Someday my body will look real shoddy
Wherever flowers have eaten it
Voracious flowers voracious hours
Voracious people voracious slime
Words like voracious
Just sound like nonsense
After you say them about five times

These flowers blooming they are not human
These flies and insects are really weird
Their backs are shiny their souls are tiny
And by the zillions they've disappeared
So if there's life after
It's packed with insects
It's filled with flowers no room for us
When they kick the bucket
They just say chuck it they come and go like
Infinite dust the human race's
Beautiful faces changing places
Reform and bust when we kick the bucket
Let's just say chuck it
We'll come and go like infinite dust