The first part of me they took

Was my head

They removed it with a hacksaw

It was almost gentle

It took hours to completely sever

Lab-coat officials holding me

Perhaps some soothing words

As my head was moved into

A sealed container

I was still aware

I could see my body as it became

Further away

But after a while, all that was left

Was my head


They pumped it full of antibiotics

So it could survive

And grow

And fulfil its purpose

They were going to eat

My head, served whole

On a fancy dinner plate

A banquet hall full of suits

Black jackets, black ties

Cold little eyes peeking

Through swollen faces

Cutlery made of animal bones

They couldn’t even wait

Until I was dead.



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