A body is scar riddled,
shaped with the warmth of heart-thudding
Nerve-ending collision of living;
but what is a body that lies on a cold slab
as cold as the metal that forgets
the flesh that fresh blood
That held and loved,
whispered and breathed, sucked the world
tucked it into the lungs
shuttering the doors open and close,
and existing and existing in this world;
What is a body that is as still as time,
as separate from soul-separated
out-of-body and out-of-time
the absence of absence
forgetting that your body is nowhere
And everywhere in the heart’s eye
of my body