Flesh

I saw a man die today

Well, he didn't really die

Not in the conventional way

He just sort of

Froze

Yea,

He froze

His heart didn't stop beating

I heard it

Nor did his breathing

I felt it

But he stopped moving

So what did I do? 

I took him to the basement

And slowly filleted his skin

It reminded me of those times

I went hunting with my dad 

I'd skin the animals

I gutted them

I'd hang them upside-down

And watch the blood

Drip, drip, drip

Sigh,

The human body is a beautiful thing

The way the muscle, bone, and sinew

Work together

A work of art

If I do say so myself

I wonder how everyone else

Will feel about it

Oh, I never did finish my story

Did I?

He didn't die in the conventional way

His heart is still beating

I see it

What a nice touch

His eyes are blinking

A perfect feature in my masterpiece

I think I'll call it

Flesh