The Sun

Earth shakes, gyrates, rocky strata, shredded, flayed Hills flattened, mountains mowed, secrets of science unearthed below Mound of earth torn in half, within a man-mad viscera bath A landfill of gore, a garbage pile of bile A mudslide of blood, a slaughtered effluence geyer Terror grips their spine, as the shadow blocks the sun, rotting tidal wave, intestinal land slide Battered by torrents of organs, rejoicing in gruesome digust The quake is churning eddies of entrails, splashing floes of guts Drowning in penetralia, eviscerated organic blast, the final thing they'll taste, intestinal avalanche