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Death Steak

There are many questions
I wanna ask an undertaker

one being the irony
of being left to freeze
in a body bag

what am I anyway
but a sleeping sock
keeping my organs warm?

I've got two steaks labeled
in the deep freeze
each with a date written
in black marker on clear film.

This is the order
of death.

They're gonna tag my bones
shelve my meat with slabs
older than me
fatter than me

I fear I'm nothing more
than a toaster bag
for my spleen.

I fear they’re eating me alive.
24601
Written by 24601 (John Brady)
Published
Author's Note
25/30
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