When the heart stops beating
When the lungs stop breathing
Oxygen depravation
No stimulated cells
With no salvation
No resuscitating
The point of no return
Your flame no longer burns

Irreversible cessation
Of blood circulation
In the veins of your being
Brain stops all function

The facial expression
After immediate passing
Before your features distort
Into a mask of stone

Blood starved capillaries
Turn your body pale
A colorful odorous
Corpse thin and frail

Now the heart stops beating
Now the lungs stop breathing
Oxygen depravation
No stimulated cells
With no salvation
No resuscitating
Now beginning
The process of decay?

Anaerobic build up of lactic acid
Muscles stiffen, initiate rigor mortis
Tissue cells die, retire
Secreted by flies, ammonia

Bacterial Breakdown
Bacterial Breakdown
Bacterial Breakdown
Bacterial Breakdown

Total submission to bacteria
Gradually falling temperature
Biological pathway, metabolize
Deterioration by enzymes

Bacterial Breakdown
Bacterial Breakdown
Bacterial Breakdown
Bacterial Breakdown

Feast on your insides
Eating through your gut
Chilled to the core
Cold to the touch

Insects crawl over a puzzle
That's littered with identity missing
In response to no disturbance
They scurry with persistence

Rapidly discovering decomposed persons
Power of dispersal, expanded wings
Mouth hooked blowfly larvae fed
Moult through development shed their skins

Between their head and tail, a simple intestine
They wriggle through rot secreting, digesting

Corpse Fauna
Corpse Fauna

Depositing eggs in the hundreds
Pre-pupae heavy loads
Covering shorten, fatten, harden
Brown, black and oval

Spreading bacteria in a soup environment
Putrefying is their entitlement

Travel around in great maggot masses
Writhing in subcutaneous gases
On necrotic flesh, devour, they gorge
Dominating the entire corpse

Arachnida forget you
A hot summers day disinterring a casket
Expecting the worst body exhumation
The odour from the fault hits like a ton of bricks
Six feet of soil removed, dislodge the lid

Scalp nest for the final swarm
Before your use is spent
Host to the eggs is your head

Grave juice, vault full of putrid water
Gravewax on a malodorous rotten corpse
Mortuary fat, a pungent odour like ammonia
Gravewax on a malodorous rotten corpse

Buried for years, encrusted in rags
Stiff as a plank, mummified
Adipocere, soapy cheese like mank
All over my hands as your head comes away