At night a blade flashed in the pale moon light.
Blood ran freely, seeping from the rib cage.
His body lay, but not in a grave.
A putrid wretched corpse,
Staring vacantly into space.
A maggot infestation soon carried his tissues away.
Until nothing alas, was left…
But glistening alabaster Skeletal Remains.
Sebastian White ©2013
National Poetry Day 2015