Carcass

I passed by a dead man on the side of the road.
I stopped the car,
turned off the engine,
and went and stood above the body:
freshly dead,
still warm.

Hours passed.

It slowly stiffened.
The face once of a man was now deformed, decayed, and demented.
Others gathered.

The body sunk in.
The flesh once cloaked in riches deteriorated.
The worn, contaminated organs decayed.
Maggots fed and bones appeared.

A crowd formed,
and eventually the time came.

The time when all that remained was bones
and the beating heart.
As the sun rose
the crowd watched in awe
as a little demon came through the walls of the heart.