Degradation in Reverse.

Maggots weave fine threads of flesh, pores
and millions of tiny strands of hair.

Smoke recedes from lungs back into cigarettes
which are placed in packages and back on convenient store shelves.

Walking backwards, speaking in tongues
leaving behind those inopportune opportunities,
making unclear all mistaken utterances.

Doors of valediction open,
orderly beds become disheveled
morning fades into night,
we sleep, we sleep.

Bleeding slows from open wounds,
congeals,
all lesions cleanly close:

no scars,
no reminders.