Fade to black and then no more sound
Weeping muffled, as I'm in the ground
Thankfully the mourning ended
Possibly a soul ascended
Darkness besieged me though eyes locked open
And, thus, was the pests' assembly line
With I as their feast on which to dine
For gone was all that was formerly mine
My eyelashes fluttered like moths in the cold
My skin's leather texture would slowly unfold
There were crawling sensations because I was gone
And the cycle of life must continue on
The critters were dining on earth's new decay
I felt them, though gone, in a welcoming way
My tearless eyes and voicebox drying
Were all a part of spent cells dying
Though creeping and crawling my hands remained still
As ants and their friends marched onto my hill
The mound of my torso, the bend in my knees
Till slowly my nostrils were covered in fleas
My eyelashes fluttered like moths in the cold
My nose was a fortress of death, scum and mold
There were squirming sensations because I was gone
And the cycle of life must continue on
The wet turned to slime and a slippery slide
Till I no longer felt the crawling inside
The critters completed the task creatures crave
Dining on me, there in my grave
My eyelashes gone like moths in the cold
My naked bones clung to droplets of mold
The squirming sensation had wandered away
My skeleton silent that warm summer day
The plot next to me had opened its line
A new smorgasbord for the bugs to dine
My bones were picked clean, my eyes were gone
And the cycle of life must continue on
Continue On
Continue On
The cycle of life must
Continue On
(5-13-2013)
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