There was a religious half light.
Near the threshold he stopped, horror-stricken at the sight of a thing.
He was being looked at by a dead man who was seated with his back against a columnlike tree.

The corpse was dressed in a uniform that once had been blue, but was now faded to a melancholy shade of green.
The eyes, staring at the youth, had changed to the dull hue to be seen on the side of a dead fish.

The mouth was open.

Its red had changed to an appalling yellow.

Over the gray skin of the face ran little ants.
One was trundling some sort of a bundle along the upper lip.
The youth gave a shriek as he confronted the thing.