As a Deer Decays

Funt, LSAW 2010

Her body lays strewn on a leaf-covered
hill halfway between two trees.  She's been dead
over a week. Black flies frantically hover
above bloated belly and use her head
to house fat maggot children.  Already
her eyes are eaten away, her fur lies
patchy on her dirtied bones- her deadly
smell drifts down to the street; a neighbor sighs
and rakes lifeless leaves as the decay plagues
his lungs.  Crows circle, awaiting a half-
eaten meal, as it's rank odor persuades
them closer still. Their hungry caws are laughs,
agitated for the flesh they will raid.
A feast on parasite-ridden remains.