In a dream you were dead you were old
In your bed there was dead flesh and bones
And the flesh you had left was a wriggling mess
It was riddled with maggots and holes.
You hair had been savagely torn
And your body was savagely warm
The air equally thick with the smell of decay
As the swarm of flies recently born.
And I fell to my knees
and I gagged and I wept
‘Till my stomach grew dry
and my eyes were too wet
and too raw to see anything more.
and I called out your name
in a voice broke and lame
I called ‘Holly oh Holly, oh Lord’
On my hands I crawled out of the door
And I picked my self up from the floor
My shirt was a mess from the retching and tears
That had soaked me right through to the core.
It was too late save her I know
But I had to give something a go
If she stayed in that room in the buzzing and gloom
Then those insects would swallow her whole.
So I made my slow way to the head
Of her bead and I untucked the sheet
And I wrapped it round Holly like an unholy shroud
And I made myself ready to lift
And I scooped her up into my arms
And I think I did more harm than good
With a sickening click and the crackle of bone
Through my arms rotten body parts slid
And I fell to my knees
and I gagged and I wept
‘Till my stomach grew dry
and my eyes were too wet
and too raw to see anything more.
and I called out your name
in a voice broke and lame
I called ‘Holly oh Holly, oh Lord’
