Orthodox Caveman

Sunn O)))

Face down where the ancient soil meets the discarded 
flesh, the great stench of all that is rotten, and 
forgotten, the unburied clamber into what you were, 
feasting on the joy that is stolen forever, alchemy of 
disgust and hatred, the unceremonious, the smell of all 
final moments at once, embedded in the great beasts 
flesh, the carrier of the tormented, the final journey 
through the impossible, a silence so vast, that deafens 
with its roaring certainty, to the unnamed places, 
guarded by the ancient carrion and their minions of vomit 
and pestilence.