Deep within the forest
The sun’s last warm rays
Caress those in unrest
Through the cold haze
As frigid as the mist
Are the decomposing carcasses
Frozen by rigor mortis
Posing like athletes of antiquity
Still lively although deceased
Marble white skin, limbs like hardened clay
Absent breath, absent heartbeat
Reeking of decay, displaying the dismay
Serving a feast for scavengers
The garden draws in hungry four-legged guests
To feed on the putrid cadavers
To treat themselves in a gory excess
As did the dead when still alive
Forcing the earth to scream in despair
Forging nature to please their minds
Gorging on the fruit it used to bear
Another statue is erected
By the gardener, the artist
Another effigy dissected
In honor of gaia and artemis
Deep within the forest
The dark of the night grows black
Concealing the cadaver garden
Tomorrow the sculptor will come back
