Evil sundown, uncounted day

Miles from village, an open grave

Ash and steel, a week's decay

A lake of bones, splintered, unknown

Silver in the sand draws my eye

Dog tags wink in wilting light

Diaz, A Pos.- I know this skull

From when it was alive

Ice floods my veins, a sickening

The stranglehold of fear enveloping

I meet his naked grin, his eyeless gaze

A veil of flies gives flesh to fleshless face

No time to waste, no mark to leave

The vultures will return, make meat of me

I quickly clear a space, build a shrine

Inside my mind, where none survived