My time is
not my own,
my flesh divided
now cold like stone.
Sticky, rigid under
the coroner's gaze,
A mere memory
of my past days.
And as I sit here,
on a steel slab,
scalpel kissing
my skin and flab…
I cannot help but wonder how,
A person then, is just a body now.
Anirban Kapil Baishya (March 10th, 2014)
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