Beelzebub

The Flies and the rats,
The philosophers supreme.
They take in only,
What is digested and streamed.
To waste what is waste
Would be so unwise
That their lord would have us
And ours would avert his eyes.

Lilacs smells hostile
To creatures that make purple.
As corpses are sweet
At the other end of the circle.
A feast is a boon
No matter the nourishment
Whether a bug or an ape
We all take in sacrament.