13 Mar 00

Carcass

When the flesh hangs taut on your skin

When your body is over and done in

Will I love you as you have been

Can my heart adapt

With you no longer within

Will I look for another?

Without a withered face

Strong and lithe with grace

Can my heart love

Your withered case

Is desire of the flesh?

In me too great

The shell the most important trait

That cerebral love

Will never take

By

Everett E. Phillips, III