A Camouflaged Conflagration

"Stop hiding the shame, were all the same!"

Sceptic burning inroad scorn
Eyelids closed-
Reversed
Opinion
Wished no more
At last forlorn, swaying in the dark
Hallow unknown
Rotted corpse hangs naked
Death shard of shame
Would the family ever know?

Survivors told in tabloid press
Such unthinkable horror
In a shower?
No...
As the flower dries the sun
No more warm kisses
No gentle bliss
Regret
Chagrin
Gripping the steak
How that body stank
In the dark
Who had found the bones
Was all alone
He had no thoughts of discovery
"What a quandary!"
The coroner scratched his chin
A pale thin lisp of a grin
And a bottle of gin
At last said he:
"This poor chaps time had past
His neck was broke but not by another
And not suicide,
So please don't bother
The police ...see the last vertebrae?
Touch it there, see impaired?
Autoerotica!"
Another case solved, a riddle sussed
"The poor bastard died, not of failure or excess
But simply, of success!"

Alone and in the dark
What secrets till the aching heart
Don't be bashful, shy or keep
Such dear secrets of apparition
Abnormality is no libation
Sweet confetti this soul migration
Rooted camouflaged conflagration!