she ran a hand over her heart. the tip of her finger got caught in a small stitch tightly sewn to keep her heart together. but in that fateful moment, the stitch quickly unraveled, loosening her still-beating heart until the pieces could do nothing but stumble around each other, crumble into soft, maroon dust, and settle into her weary bones.
even as the chill of past souls reverberates through my bones, warning me to watch my back, I want to join hands with a soul and stare into its windows, hear its ring of solid truth, and feel its warmth on my skin.
it let the bird fly, learn, grow, change. but when the bird falls, stays the same, decays, a thrill climbs up our bones as the crack of the wishbone echoes in our expectant ears like a loud, resounding gong - as our supposed fate awaits.
They call me Mr.Cadaver Dead,yet living in hospitals And schools where they teach how to become doctors Oh!Doctors My only true lover
I died of a natural disease You know,the one where you constantly sneeze Too poor to be buried Too poor to be burned So I was embalmed In certain chemicals Formaldehyde,then frozen And in this form turned
It wasn't easy at first Young eyes looking at me suspiciously The weak-hearted watching disgustedly But as time(I have much of it) Went by I got used to it
I was dissected by stainless steel So that they could learn how to heal These various tissues,body parts well I knew my worth when departed
I was a precise model Of a living person With my help So many learnt
Basic human anatomy Which vein goes where Where lies the spleen So whenever you are on the hospital bed Remember My death gave another life to thee
They sell me for many a dollar To the blue-eyed scholar And I will become his loyal friend I may look creepy But that's just because I'm dead
The teacher points to various places On me , sometimes I feel a little ticklish But I a satisfied by the curious eyes Who are learning about me for your benefit
And when the session expires My second life,it must retire But they extract my bones Put the skeletal frame in a museum Or break it into pieces And give it to students of various fields The dentists want the cranium I'm bloodless Anatomy's life bood
So bow down to me Ye first year students I taught Da Vinci how to draw a man Taught Michaelangelo how to sculpt From Ancient Greece to modern medicine My death has given life to many humans
I walk along a trapeze, palms sweaty, legs shaking, refusing to fall either way. to go left is to fall into a fire for a life which burns my bones. the people will smile upon me, oblivious to the ash surrounding them. to go right is to fall into soft trees. the leaves caress my skin, but the people vanish like smoke, and I fall to the ground. the exact middle is survival until I reach the other side.