it felt like death
cold and clammy
inert
yet somehow in motion

a quivering mass
it stank
with that special kind of odor
that attracts and repels

dripping with irony
and conveying only confusion
to look upon it for any length of time
would be a waste

and to taste
could only satisfy
penchants
of the most peculiar

but listen now
within the morning breeze
its telltale rattle and wheeze
dissipates to nothing

Peace/Love

m(-_-)m