Hung

And I began to look
And I saw how grotesque
It really was.
There it hung
In the coldness of the air
In the breath each drawing in
In the sky now cloudy still
In the touch the freezing rain
I ventured guess forever pain
And into the bloodstained earth
And extinguished breath
Do plod whatever had
And in the rain
Against the dirt
Grotesque as ever was
There it hung.