Cold hands leave cold marks
on blue skin

I know this

my fingers tightly
sealed

in blue rubber

he smiles, across a body

across a thousand bodies I have searched for his smile

I have looked in cavities

and between bones

I have rooted for the living
amongst the dead
that smile, his smile

across bodies, telling stories

these are our stories

cold tables of metal

and hearts to match

we're the opposite

of love