I am
The powerless fawn
Wallowing in the tatters
Of his own bloodied flesh

I am damned
A withering shell
The fading shadow
Of a stouthearted buck

My smoke-filled demise
Was an unseen horror
For the reaper’s  beckon
Once lingered, far from here

My last stream of wind
Is a fable of caution
Risen, from the death rattles
As a gift
For all careless passersby