lying on the side of
the dirt road, carrying pen
and ode.  Cars go breakneck
past, accelerating the gas. Vultures

circling in grey sky. Swarming flies
hovering nearby.  Racoons picking off
the bones. Maggots swimming in the ear
canals. As in life, still with me

now. Skin ripped off like wrapping
paper. All that's left is clouds of vapor. And
the smell of decaying flesh whirls in
cyclones of veins in mesh. As cars go breakneck past,
accelerating the gas.