• I stand here, still
    staring at this body
    so sick, this body
    it is bleeding
    Bleeding, everywhere
    This body's inside-out
    I see so much
    A heart still alive
    Lungs, They're moving
    The stomach, it moves
    Slpeen is still pumping
    All bones are gone
    This body doesn't speak
    It sickens me
    So I poke it,
    with my long cane.