Food in the Land of the Dead

Gloom lit the bloodred brightness
With a sanguinary hunger—the life left behind
Glistened in jealous darkness

Touched lips wet with red wetness
Which perhaps ah – knew better
But could not, would not, stop.

Life lingered in the rushes,
Paused. The soul does not return.

Look back in still humanity:
Dissolving into water, into salt-