Bone Cathedral

Evil sundown, uncounted day. Miles from village, an open grave. Ash and steel, a week's decay, A lake of bones, splintered, unknown. Silver in the sand draws my eye. Dog tags wink in wilting light. Diaz, A Pos.- I know this skull From when it was alive. Ice floods my veins, a sickening, The stranglehold of fear enveloping. I meet his naked grin, his eyeless gaze. A veil of flies gives flesh to fleshless face. No time to waste, no mark to leave. The vultures will return, make meat of me. I quickly clear a space, build a shrine, Inside my mind, where none survived.