Post by Onyxaeon on Sept 5, 2011 21:42:13 GMT -5
Scalpel to chest runs slowly down my body
And soon they’re spreading my ribs apart.
I’ve been “dead” for an hour now,
But they’re still harvesting what they “need”.
Heart, liver, lungs…
Kidneys, bone marrow, and spleen.
All and more taken away from me.
The dead can’t feel.
The dead can’t see.
But I’m still here forced to breathe on
Unable to let go because someone I don’t know
Is getting some part of me sewn into them.
I know they’re rummaging about,
Pulling things out and stuffing them on ice
To keep them alive until later.
I know those parts of me are gone
And headed off to places unknown.
They’re trying to be careful; respectful.
But this wasn’t what I wanted and I’m still being cut to pieces
Whether in honor of the dead or not.
I don’t blame you-mothers of six year olds and hysterical families
Can be convincing.
I love you
And I forgive you.
But there’s nothing worthy of saving in whom you gave me away to.
You gave them years they have been stealing since birth
And now I have to wait for them to die
Before I can move on.
You couldn’t let me go as I wished
And now I’m still living in the chest of some man, woman, and child
When all I really wanted was peace and deserved rest.
It’s a deeper cut than from the blade used to carve out my organs.
This wasn’t what I wanted but now I have to wait…
I gladly gave on and on in life-blood, marrow, and plasma.
But that wasn’t enough and you thought to save others.
Noble and just, kind and selfless of you even.
But now I’m scattered across the states and you’re burying plastic fillers
In the ground where only I should be.
What hurts more than the pulling of that final plug
Is watching you bury a substitute love in the earth.
You didn’t say goodbye to me
And perhaps the deepest pain of all
Is knowing you chose not to.
And soon they’re spreading my ribs apart.
I’ve been “dead” for an hour now,
But they’re still harvesting what they “need”.
Heart, liver, lungs…
Kidneys, bone marrow, and spleen.
All and more taken away from me.
The dead can’t feel.
The dead can’t see.
But I’m still here forced to breathe on
Unable to let go because someone I don’t know
Is getting some part of me sewn into them.
I know they’re rummaging about,
Pulling things out and stuffing them on ice
To keep them alive until later.
I know those parts of me are gone
And headed off to places unknown.
They’re trying to be careful; respectful.
But this wasn’t what I wanted and I’m still being cut to pieces
Whether in honor of the dead or not.
I don’t blame you-mothers of six year olds and hysterical families
Can be convincing.
I love you
And I forgive you.
But there’s nothing worthy of saving in whom you gave me away to.
You gave them years they have been stealing since birth
And now I have to wait for them to die
Before I can move on.
You couldn’t let me go as I wished
And now I’m still living in the chest of some man, woman, and child
When all I really wanted was peace and deserved rest.
It’s a deeper cut than from the blade used to carve out my organs.
This wasn’t what I wanted but now I have to wait…
I gladly gave on and on in life-blood, marrow, and plasma.
But that wasn’t enough and you thought to save others.
Noble and just, kind and selfless of you even.
But now I’m scattered across the states and you’re burying plastic fillers
In the ground where only I should be.
What hurts more than the pulling of that final plug
Is watching you bury a substitute love in the earth.
You didn’t say goodbye to me
And perhaps the deepest pain of all
Is knowing you chose not to.
