Limbs dangling,
severed with a hook,
muscles left dried-
lacking blood,
the skin shaved off,
collecting below,
the coarsen ground,
partly covered in dust,
death has come and passed,
at last with it brings misery,
rats now nibbling the remains,
paints an image of the leftovers,
the hook situates evermore still,
but the rust builds up,
lungful of air in the end,
as it falls to the ground.
