(From beneath the wrathlike body of QUEEN ANOREXIA, a stirring)

What fool! To eat the fruit of dung!
With promise to end all earthly woe,
When guide wouldst more than fairly show
The knowledge, why he'll rise again.
Twas not the Amanita with its blow!
Nor Fly Agaric with a fatal spin,
But lo, from hand of death his body slips!   
For only Psilocybe, passed his lips.