“After Death”

My head’s been beaten and the worms have started eatin’.

Grimy I feel slithering and slimy curling and stinging

the feeling lingers, blurs, hard like the tattoo of a horseshoe

burned into my chest, feeling it caress me,

compressing my heart, pressing, resting there.

My life with a knife they cut from my gut.

I feel it getting worse as they submerse into my body.

No antibody for the pain, deep down, how long have I lain slain?

The worms seeping, creeping through me,

voyagers for food, stirring me like tea.

Forever, never seeing light again as I convert to dirt

with germs the worms squirm within me,

the thieves of my life after death.