Bone Cathedral

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.