Swollen, it swelters in its veil of flesh Contagion restrained by a trembling crust The stench of our failures, confined under pressure Fermenting in darkness, awaiting a rupture Liquid debasement perverting the body And when our old cells can hold back no longer And the murmur of sepsis grows too loud to smother Our sins will burst forth for the whole world to see Our ocean of pale, sickly sweetness flowing free Fluid confession consuming the city The rush of our pus will bleach the cruel streets For when all is corruption, no act is obscene