Post Mortem

The autopsy revealed
A heart once bright with paint
And pipes clogged and split
By lifetimes of mistakes
Or ghost clocks-fixed faced
Lolling doors uncertain
Yawning mouthfulls of stars
Curtains still hang tattered
Like yesterdays eye makeup
And long for footsteps-candle light
Their mute past laid bare-laid out

A hollow scull of a house
Clinging to earth-the corpse of a dream
A giant anthill torn apart
With wild things creeping
Through cracked panes poison
Oozing through the layers

Hunched under crazed haired trees
Filching bricks to vandalise
Crumbled underfoot they seem to mock
The weakness of the injured beast

Mourners uncomfortable
Of nudity and death
Keep their distance fascinated
Fearing the smell of it
They talk about the weather
Keep their infants close
And whisper do not touch