It's good and dead, long live zombie poetry.

As for the carcass that you mention Bill: if postmortem reflex is anything like sarcastic wordplay, you may be on to something. Personally, though, its snowing outside, I've been to the dentist, my teeth are cracking and breaking due to extensive night clenching, my body is deteriorating, and I'm afraid postmortem reflex is all I have left.  As a metaphor, that is. The website, perhaps, is only a bunch of bits to start with, so I fear postmortem may be a misnomer.