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The spills of life are running all over the place now, too many rivulets snaking away to mop up.
Death
there all the time
like symphonies
in Beethoven’s brain
a river cracking through ice |
At least I should make arrangements for what you should do with the deteriorated shell that has imprisoned me through the years.
promiscuously
as if shaken from their
careful arrangement
keepsakes from our love affair
tangled and knotted in chains |
The clerk at the medical school who is in charge of donating one’s body to science emails me with instructions on filling out the paperwork.
komodo dragons
dismember a goat
beneath a viewing platform
Grey’s Anatomy—
they stitched Frankenstein
from the dead |
After the dissection the parts will be returned to you to transform me into smoke, as if I ever belonged to this life or to you at all.
dreams
of axing my cadaver—
a harpist’s antiphony
stroking strings
over a mountain pass |
“Death Wish” was published in Modern Haibun & Tanka Prose, Issue 2, Winter 2009.
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