FILTHY NIGHT

The night was cold... Terrible silence!

Near the cemetery there were noises…

A fine rain fell on the asphalt silently

And a strange fear flooded my soul…

My eyes could see black shapes around,

My shadow cried out in terror and I felt

The blood that clotted in the hard veins

Being sucked by outrageous bacteria…

The worms ate me still alive and awake.

It was then that I discovered the crows

That smelling my rotten flesh, they sang…

A funeral melody invaded the dark night

And death froze my rigid body fragrant

By the inorganic putrefaction of the life!

BY  Ivan de Oliveira Melo