sunday morning surprise

sunday morning surprise
i walk in to find
your body, cold and lifeless
face down into your pillow
i check for signs of life
i find nothing, but
a jury of my peers
to point their guessing fingers at me

i look away, then
force my eyes back
your mother, fingers pinch dead flesh
to wake you, she cannot give up
tearless eyes seek asylum
from your insanity

it is i who must bury you
i, who did neither care nor harm
i, who must magic your remains away
i, who cannot look
into those mother's haunted eyes

i see your corpse disappearing out of sight
i see fat, agitated maggots remaining to remind me