13.7.21


how did he talk

                    his windpipe dangled out of the scarlettinged leather of his throat and over an empty space where his ribcage and lungs should have been
how did he cry
               his eyes were shrunken and dessicated blackraisins leaning on graywebs of moldy tissue before combed sinuses filled with spores

the back of his head was missing

there was a scrabble of something in his remaining skull he might conclude was brain

although he wasnt sure 


he smelled of meat rot

 

he stood collapsed against the interior of a fieldstone foundation and long lengths of gray weathered barnwood roughcut studs and crossmembers

tattered

despondent

he was dead

but he was un-conscious he was dead

pitifully he tried to talk

but his tongue was ravaged inarticulate

his bridge was missing and had tumbled down the shambles of his tall body and got hung up in his yet-meaty bowels and jutting bone pelvis

his jaw akimbo was unmatched to his maxilla

teeth were missing 


repulsed  yet he could not resist him

he could not

 

what was he saying 

after 2004 before 2008
1100,  Saturday,  10  7. 21

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