An Exhibition In Human Nature

One bright summer day
The birds were a flutter
And the grass awoke in the meadow from bed

The air was hot
The wind blew cool
Where a poor man lay dead

The children would poke him
Animals ate from his flesh
The homeless used him to stay warm at night

Until the first autumn day
He was buried in leafs
Peacefully and out of sight

Then came winter
Where he froze in his slumber
Under a permafrost bed sheet

Till spring thawed him out
Back on display
So he ran away with cold feet!