[Challenge: As per the title, write an epitaph, in the form of a tanka, as the beginning of an alphabet poem. Somebody ran out of ideas coming up with this challenge.]
Ants, worms, maggots, yes;
Bugs have begun to arrive.
Come, crawl, feed, caress.
Death is their means to survive--
Even though you are alive.
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