Thick and deep brown mud
Falls away from the bones
As the water rushes over them
This strangely inverted cold metal table
In this bleak, stark white room
His latest resting place
Far from the cliff side, but still not free
He lies in wait
Strings of blue polyester crowd his teeth
Cracked from trying to chew through the gag
It pairs well with his broken left wrist
Broken bones are easier to maneuver
Likely his vain attempt at freedom
And adrenaline kept the agony at bay
Cause of death was blunt trauma
The fall from the cliff took his life
But will they know the traveler put him there?
He is pieced back together like a puzzle
Only to soon become embers
Once his girlfriend arrives to collect him
She will scatter him on the wind
And he will become a traveler himself
Ashes will be free to fly
But his soul will belong to the traveler
Until justice is served