There you Lie

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1.    There you lie, motionless

Unable to breathe, stiffened

Body sprawled, a ghastly sight

There you lie, my past,

On the gravel, in bloody mess

Not a jot towering, subdued in death

There you lie, detached

Detached from all menace

Like the bare fangs of a preserved puff-adder

A shadow of a slain dragon

I feel free, free like poetic licence

In a wicked sense, grinning

At your scattered limbs,

Call me a sadist—your death ticks!

Why is it that the air is eerie then?

Why is it that I am not toasting?

Why am I still staring at you from Fifth Floor?

Why did I yank you?

Was this cruel?

C) Lorot Salem 2011

# For a prompt  Poetry Tow Truck 17: Yakkety-Yak ( Don’t Talk Back), Donna Vorreyer