I'm to be joined by my living wife
unified after a year delay
carved away by a murdering knife
enshrouded by earth, and thrown away.

Whitening bones in a bleaching sun
devoured meat dissolving to clay
a scene not seen if transition done
remain with me, not remain decay.

If I am right, she will smell it all
asleep in the carcass death betray
confining rib-cage with all that crawl
dining on cells in the flayed cafe.