Sardonicity

Sardonic, rasp the vowels of laughter, Issuing from the twisted cheeks Of a corpse long dead and defaced, But to howl and laugh at the woes of the living To implode in numb emotion and rotting flesh, A stench as natural as the midday breath, And to speculate, was it life, Or something even more superficial, Than the skin stretching over a hollow heart, Long dry, long dead, long gone.