Death Poem

grey cloudy sky

splash of red bleeding into the cloth

split by knife hook up the belly

despair of mouths that drip honey on the carpet

flies stick to lips

legs locked in rigor mortis

toes curl into question marks 

in death my body is melting

as my mind seeps into the thick air

a hot dirty room at the bottom of the steps

in an hundred year house

a house of death

like every house

before I moved into my 2 & 2 on the water

an old woman died in my bedroom

when I moved in her hangers were in the closet

now I use them to hang my shirts

I sleep with her every night

her cold body tosses in my bed

when I can't sleep

she tells me stories

her creaky voice

scratches my ear

but it's not her

just the remembrance of her

and I finally drift away...

softly, slowly, seeping past the bath plug

into dark rusty pipes

I am a drown mouse

my tiny bones pushed through soaked fur

I am peaceful

what peace is there when all things cease

there is no god

there is no spirit

there is nothing waiting for us after we die

when we die all things cease

we cease

I will fall and hit the floor

and then I will fall no more