this body goes away
beleaguered by beasts
and ransacked into submission
while waiting patiently
for that one moment
as the mind decides

but then the spirit dies
so this body’s half-eaten brain
remembers only those fleeting thoughts
insisting on existing
when pertinent to the pain
but with absolutely nothing to gain

whether it be the slow rot
toxic filth or blunt trauma
nothing more will fill the day
no one time nothing to say
it’s all just a body
and this one goes away

Peace/Love

m(~_~)m