Flies And Dead Bodies Poem by James McLain

Around me all of you are when I die, growing bloated
puffed out like the fish and my eyes you have noticed.
Discovery is inquired about that it groans.
During stormy days look to the tide as it steadly rises.
Rising like silence of the sound, buzzing in silence.
Blue eyes hazzy green air all around my still form.
Poked with sticks I can't but help feel.
One open has the eye closed to insight.
Pushing me there then here until inside of those.
Crust on the top soft and soggy
cheese like mum used to make in the cottage made.
Toes being squeezed
and jets for breath, green and marshy.
From the beginning until the end which have gotten.
You together truly,
the time witnessed by that power of the king the fly.
Buzzing louder until it settles between your lips it sits.
And growing was put there next,
the sound of maggots where.....
............................ it is blue, life was uncertain for you.