it’s daily routine
take out the heart
do some checks
take out the lungs
figure out what’s next
determine the cause of death
the height
the weight
do the same thing each and every day

put on some gloves
take out a body
a child who died
without a family
check the limbs
check the eyes
wonder what it’s like to die
the smell is putrid
so hard to describe
like rain on a sunday
or a broken tire

it’s friday evening
when i take my life
watch the days
flash before my eyes
who will check my body
now that i’m gone
determine who i was
how it went wrong

i’ll be taken apart
put together again
buried deep in the ground
only remembered by friends
in 100 years
no one will know
my height
my weight
or cause of death
or why i took my last shaking
breath
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