Many Things Are Disgusting

By Thomas Caterer

Many things are disgusting
but a rotting corpse is not one
trust me it’s just as pretty and serene
as wild flowers or the sun

Nothing like the tragedy of birth
or the trauma of life
the need to fit labels
navigate mourning and strife

Many things are disgusting
but not a smiling skull looking up to the sky
it’s realised its one with all the stars and all the entities
no longer caught in the existential trap of asking ‘why?’

Many things are disgusting
like the gentlemen in Giorgio Armani suits and Ted Baker shirts
pissed at 3am in Subway, hurling misogynistic and islamophobic abuse
at the girl behind the counter, peering up her skirt

She would be mad but she’s okay
she woke up this morning after a dream of a dear, dead friend
she woke up this morning and realised she’s God
‘so are these tossers’ she thinks
just less awake and less aware