Our own corpses – that’s what we’re drinking. Something died – some time ago. It’s rotten. It’s putrescent. It’s normally covered up. Normally they spray all this stuff to conceal it. But we can smell it now. It’s reached our nostrils. And our taste buds. And that’s what we can taste – and smell.
Except this wine smells, too. It’s the bouquet of rotten things. Of the rotten Creation. Of God’s corpse, rotting in His rotten Creation. Sorry, Io.
And we’re disgusting, too. It’s in us, too – the poison. It’s in everyone and everything. It’s self-spreading, this disease. Self amplifying. Passing from body to body. It’s replicating, using us. Turning us all into – what? Into itself.
Work in Progress 