That of a fox
Lying still, fur marred with dirt
I lie lost in the land destroyed by wind
The ground lay still now
Leaving behind remnants of a once loved town
My heart lay still
The world turns on
People walk over
Cleaning out the ruble around
Leaving me no second glance
My body lay
Sitting still, cold on the earth
Humans clear out
My body decaying
No memories to know one by
Just a body to be walked over
Just a body
One to be discarded
One of a fox
With no more breathe to breath