Most people think body parts fall off. It’s more of a refined subtraction, an easing into as the body unto no living part is exposed to daylight. Parts rot; there is no whimpering away, no bending of the arm for the last time as it snaps a tree-branch snap. If, for example, of the afflicted stumbles upon a medium-sized cockroach stuck to a glue trap, he will inhale sharply as any person would. The difference hides in disgust: Watch his tree-bark face, listen to his fractured voice crackling like sap tapped in fall.