the other you
rotting there
in the hot sun
and dripping wet air
the person
once you
spoils
from the inside out.
the plan
too hard to understand
undone years before
the man.
Acrid
to smell and touch
no one to revive
you
no movement
no breath
until
suddenly
vision oozes
from veins
thought spasms,
fingers and toes uncurl
as limbs jerk
and go rigid.
good ideas
often
die hard.
