"For Thee" by Hunter Madsen

"For Thee"


Then, O my beauty! say to the worms who will
Devour you with kisses,
That I have kept the form and the divine essence
Of my decomposed love!

           - Baudelaire

Now I am terrified at the Earth! it is that calm and patient,  
It grows such sweet things out of such corruptions,    
It turns harmless and stainless on its axis, with such endless successions of diseas’d corpses,    
It distils such exquisite winds out of such infused fetor,      
It renews with such unwitting looks, its prodigal, annual, sumptuous crops,    
It gives such divine materials to men, and accepts such leavings from them at last. 

        - Walt Whitman, "In This Compost" (1856)

TITLE - "For Thee"
WHERE - Coalmont, British Columbia (2020)