Once a sardine in a community coffin
where he slept in oil for six months of peace,
to be surrounded by a few kindred victims,
he thought it was a final destination
until bodysnatched and consumed on a pizza.
Now ripe with memories of hell inside a stomach,
embodied anew — transformed into feces,
surfing a torrent of watered down urine
and soggy dank masses of soiled toilet paper
shooting through a clay pipe in darkness,
sailing to somewhere new and unknown,
foresight in his coffin had let on to nothing.
But he was there — unbelievable right?