look
beyond the pale
of my bones
and
rejoice!

no part
of me
shall be squandered

indifferent host
I will play
to microscopic hordes
summoned
to my banquet

in a gravy boat
of flayed yew
i sleep
drunk on embalmer's wine
my unsmiling mouth
gelid, inviting as
an infibulated *****;
expect no kiss
from this sutured mouth
it dictates only
a silent will
left for dermestids

bound
in wood,
a pall of soil,
my initiation rite begins
with a feast for worms
who follow the foetor
of my decaying embrace

dine
on my body
it is yours
in death
the only item
on the menu
since I first
drew breath