I'm a ghoul

a ghost

An eater of souls.

In a hungry jungle graveyard,
Crouching in this hole.

Steaming in this open grave dug eons ago.
Remembering,

Once the tread of step,
Once the lovers' stroll.
Once the wonderer's peering eye.
Once -
The smell of ripe soul.

Seeing now the bushy vine, the squirm of fleshy earth.
Hearing now the tapping paw, the distance of the silent call.
Feeling now the utter void, the thoughts of senseless beasts.

Thirsty need and centuries
Rub roughly against distance and the crack of dusty bones.

Bony claw and rotting knee, dirt-filled throat.
All that's left of me.

Ghoulish love and hot embrace, wisdom of the spirits.
All that's left of me.

The traveller's path and the slop of the hill, sweet human syrup.
All that's left to me.