Fading Form (Mass Tourism)

Bury me,

eclipse me,

consume me,

draw blood

and steal flesh,

drain all that I have

leave waste you bestow

on ignored lice

eager to feed

on poor leavings

Rigid and frail though

my bones emerge

un-cracked,

if scarred,

from the gluttonous onslaught

and within them lies marrow,

the final meat of my form

forgotten by greed

but matter enough

to give new growth

not now,

not yet

but when fattened and dull

you forget your meal

and leave me

to my silence