Alabaster Bodyworlds

I've seen my pale limbs mummified in infernal fridges

wax paper, foil and plastic wrap hold fast their hinges

i've seen my face in shadowed lines

in a six-foot pool of ashes

i've seen my kidney

huddled next to the spleen of a sixty year old priest

So come back down...

we have graves

in the dirt

so come back down

so, no?

I've seen my veins strain to be seen in plastinate noblesse

das kapital continues on well after cell death

i've seen my hair coiled in the grass

of a ditch in Strathcona County

i've seen the oily underpass

where the third search party found me

So come back down...

we have graves

in the dirt

so come back down

so, no?