18+ On a walk in the darkest woods I find something that I do my best to deal with. |
-Disremembered- by Keaton Foster A head To whom It belongs Is dead An arm Left To be exact Severed Clean Precise the cut Another limb Right the leg It appears To have been Brutally ripped From the seam An additional arm Opposite Of the first Bitten There are Teeth marks How animalistic Final the appendage Another leg All that’s left Clearly chopped Clean off The blade Must have been Quite sharp Finally There Nude is the torso Laying in the field It’s a man Oh thy God above What could Have he done Is this your bidding Or lack thereof This man’s heart Is missing Not cut But torn Out of his chest I fear that it was When he was alive Regardless Of how much I look for it Such a heart Cannot be found Within the body Upon the ground No blood is present Somewhere Someplace else This has happened He was dragged here Scattered about No rhyme Nor reason Just roughly placed The head Grossly Is it disfigured Unidentifiable to all Upward it is facing Eyes wide open Tongue sticking out Mocking Heaven The intention As if to be saying See me God Just as I see you Even in death Neither Wants anything To do with the other Certainly Whomever did this Such a twisted thing Must live in a state Of absolute madness Epic indeed Was the death Of this man Cut Ripped Bitten Chopped And torn to bits Disremembered He’ll always be No hands Are around No prints To be found No way of knowing Or understanding Who he was And why he Faced such an end Will remain A mystery Only I And the killer Know of this location And we are not one And the same I myself could never Under any circumstance Hurt a single soul Simply put I am just not that way Despite All that has been And all that has happened I have not the nerve Nor the gut for such things Alone I stumbled across him First it was the smell Then it was the flesh The further I walked The more I did find I wish I could unsee What I’ve seen But I cannot Disremembered With all the care I can dare muster I dig a hole In the middle Between the pieces It’s deep and wide Its takes me time But unlike him Time Is what I have Most of all When I’m done My hands Are numb Blistered And bleeding Callouses Will no doubt Be forthcoming I drag each piece And place it In the forgiving ground I do my best To make him complete An organized version Of who he once was After I’m done I pile in the dirt Down upon all That has been As I work As I complete My labor of decency I say A dozen prayers For him And just one for me I whisper an amen And cry a single tear That’s all that I’ve got Methodically I begin to place Sticks and twigs Upon the grave Not as an effort To indicate it But rather In an effort To conceal it I don’t want anyone To ever know That he is there Disremembered Sure I want justice But such justice Comes at a price And I don’t Presently wish To pay for it Disremembered For this man It’s a place A state And condition That clearly Unlike him I’ll have to live with Disremembered… Disremembered Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |