Remains

the rot waits
and waited too long
the dismal hangs above
a sky whose cobwebs
haven't been dusted
the leaves loiter
something the worms
have turned their
noses up to
the corpse remains
a stain unmoved
from the fibers of time
tissues overlooked
by beetles and young flies
fluids without flow
for the frost and thaw
and erosion of their banks
an ignorance of passing
an arrogance to linger