A body, once a man, now a cadaver.
An image of pure brutality,
Obscene is the undeniable mortality.
Questionable respect for a body that is he-
No longer a being, but a soul that is free.
Skin like ice, solid as stone,
Knowledge preserved in every bone.
A story you had, and a story you keep;
Intrigued am I, no tears to weep.
Some say we are heartless, soon you shall be too.
Silent screams fill the air, when the bone is sawed through.
However, you care not,
An offer you've brought
To teach more than I see-
Wisdom passed from you to me.
Bones ancient, yet not old,
The color of maple, a tattered gold.
Organs shade gray, no blood to pour.
To get in your mind, a hole I shall bore.
What we learn not from the living, we can from the dead.
May you rest now in pieces, in an eternal dirt bed.
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