Mother Depression

That grey hearse rolls 
Composed of fog and dew
Inside the acid belly
I felt death, cradled away

Sucking through a straw
Umbilical, the nourished
Spread open veins
That deceive this giver

A taker with nails
Scratches at soil
Red and yellowed bubbles
Free-willed implosion

At last the timer dings
Pot roast on the floor
Had to carve out sickness
Before two minds converged