Stark Landscape

November, landscape vacant
of dressing that suited the green salad
turned an old, shriveled body
thin, like a spaghetti noodle with no sauce
disease left to do devouring work-
slowly, like a knifes cutting
insertion, a plunge and another, another
until the hyenas laugh
you can stand against no more,
spent odorous decay
upon the moss covered earth

The incinerator has left only parts
and ashes feed new life.
© 5 minutes ago, Denise A White death • pain • hope