An opossum lies– For so long– On the side of the road. I forgot if I was dead or just playing I can no longer tell If the writhing inside Is the need for something more– Or maggots eating My rotten insides If the sun is causing The warmth on my belly– Or the heat of rot Billowing from within. Years pass, Time blends together Then I awake– within myself. I claw out from inside my flesh scraping and tearing until my fur splits and out of my corpse I rise– alive again.