Years go by...

The split in the old jeans,
that revealed aged flesh.
The bird that wouldn't fly
just plummets.
The fly that wouldn't squash...
Just buzz.
The cadaver that wouldn't submit,
just gurgle.
Eyes which blinked,
but didn't moisten.
Just like the tongue that licked the ice
and dried the mouth, made the lips brittle.
The ashes floated on top
of a black sea.
Just a dash of gray
in the memory
of it all.