a better manure

i know
that in the end
my skin shall shed the same
as those who care not
to be well and good

on the same plot of land
and with the same cement 
will our names be bared 

and we will be forgotten
both wicked and not
and it won’t matter
Ever

maggots have no appetite
for anything 
but it all

i hope
at the very least 
i make for 
a better manure