I am so sorry
That they named you Detritus
You, stubborn curlicue of flotsam
Wedged in an eddy of sludge water
Swirling round with no exit for your screams
How could they leave you like this
Messing around with the wrong divine mother-fucker
And in your toric path it is hard
To know of direction or course
You, Cross Section of miserable existences
Spiral of burning fascia
Heal.