Post Mortem

Post Mortem by David Lustrup 2011 Here I lay....dead Icy ,black, thick blood, motionless in my veins Yet i see from my eyes. Numbness, this world of grey. I hear the sound of birds wings--scratching, fluttering, playing in reverse. I lay in rigor, the world goes by in scattered frames. And the sound is out of sync. Deafening silence. The icy chill in these bladed raindrops. I feel them hit my naked lifeless body like anvils, As I lie cold and dead in this freezing grave of your absence.