Grave Dirt

His breath smelled of decay Halfway rotting as he stumbled forward Still covered in dirt

Knife in Hand

Distorted images flash by in an instance Reforming in startling clarity With her body still warm at my feet

I wake to the pounding Of the hammer As you nail

Nothing seems wasteful to the stars

Everything dies With enough arsenic

Everyone has a Price these days so my dear go On and name your price

Never heard from him again Saw the obit A week later

No one stares back in the mirror I've finally faded to nothing Am I finally taking up

Screams in the night are ignored As people turn away It's no business of mine

I watch as a spectator As my body Goes through the motions