Cadaver

Beneath this buried bastards bones, beware.
For gods themselves forgot this man below.
Alone, an unmarked grave with no known heir.
A corpse the Fates never wanted to show.

What were his final thoughts, were they of woe?
Or did he smile with his final breath?
I beg of you, there’s much I need to know.
What is life like mere seconds before death?

By now I’m sure you crossed the river Lethe.
With nothing left to do but rot away.
Lacking a tongue to speak your shibboleth,
So just this once, on your behalf, I’ll pray.

There is some beauty in this gruesome sight.
And something calm about eternal night.