Decorum Of Purpose

I have no replicals
if my heart sinks under medicals
it takes only a miracle
to save my drowning tentacle

lest my soul self be stole
rode upon a caravan driven by mole
into a journey where dead are sold

if i must leave our doors to the shore
to an everlasting epicurean of bore
let the saved-saviour
hear the sweet smells of my savor.