Musings
I can't remember how it happened
that I missed my own death,
but to make up for it
I will see this
incredibly long wake
through to the end.
With morbid fascination I watch
my two masters
tugging impatiently,
violently
at my corpse's sleeves.
What will happen
when they split me in half?
Will the world see my heart
spilled out before it
in all its well-fed
ill-treated
lovingly hatched
darkness?
Will it start to beat again
when the light touches it?
And will I survive
this resurrection?