Decomposition
Flat grass,
mulch
and muddy puddles,
bog-holed,
ditch-deep;
an unforeseen grave
lined with shovels
and sheep bones.
Brittle stark,
baring sockets,
teeth-stared
where hunger left them,
lifeless,
like sods of turf.
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