Lost and Found

They found me flayed, 
as they crawled out from under rocks and strewn, brown leaves.
Little people like ants with corkscrew horns for antennae.
I unable to garble any garbage from my trap just lay there frothing. They had found something mythological so they were bound to kill it.
They pulled out weapons innumerable and began blasting and prodding.
I was tagged and wrapped in twine,
then dragged and quartered and placed in brine.
My flesh and most bones were tossed, while some of the larger bones were tossed to the dogs.
Saddened by the quick dismissal of every tether to the world, all things feeling, crumpled and trashed. Because I couldn't speak they dismissed, killed me.