Awake

[Kerbonzo_beenz]

Yellow, like bile
on the shoreline
bleeding into a 
raw umber.

Ripples in the pool of formaldahyde;
bloated organs
bobbing up and down
as I wade through it.

Drifting aloft at the bottom;
are bodies in stiff profile
their cold hands caress my legs.

In the middle  
is a hill of black sand
supporting a flakeing corpse
nailed to a cross.
It's head bowed far
below its sunken shoulders.

I crawl up the little island
and rest against the cross--

Their bodies are resting
but their souls are awake.