Pendragon
10-03-2007, 10:38 AM
Innards
With precision the surgeon aligns the knife,
For the operation intended to save your life.
They make an incision deep into your skin,
And pull it away to peer within—
For they want a look at your innards!
Now you lie in the morgue all cold and still.
And the Coroner comes in for his usual thrills.
He slices you open from pubic bone to throat,
And spreads your body-cavity open like a sacrificial goat—
He wants to examine your innards!
They bury you deep in the damp moldy clay.
But the worms will come around one of these days.
With tiny mouths they burrow through your skin,
Desperately trying to get within—
They want to devour your innards!
DL Harris
© 4/12/97
Published in The Acorn
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With precision the surgeon aligns the knife,
For the operation intended to save your life.
They make an incision deep into your skin,
And pull it away to peer within—
For they want a look at your innards!
Now you lie in the morgue all cold and still.
And the Coroner comes in for his usual thrills.
He slices you open from pubic bone to throat,
And spreads your body-cavity open like a sacrificial goat—
He wants to examine your innards!
They bury you deep in the damp moldy clay.
But the worms will come around one of these days.
With tiny mouths they burrow through your skin,
Desperately trying to get within—
They want to devour your innards!
DL Harris
© 4/12/97
Published in The Acorn
http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Four/Dale.gif