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by Rachelle Howe

take your labs
and your specimens
remove cadavers, scalpel's, and blood

take your experiments and
failures, for
they're no matter, no mind here.

upon the mortician’s table.
(cold and metal; aluminum, I believe..)
lays a fragment of a person
who was thrown up by
Life's dry-heave.

Its she I observe
(and tinker in her brain);
trying on her linens and
hidden skeletons
thought; beliefs; theories…)

in theory.
life is a theory, no more, no less…

and when it all comes crashing
do-not-pass-go.

reborn

c r a s h
waves, like notes, take their
t o l l
on the shore of my mind...
each beat, clef, and thump of bass
rivets my spine,
and in the voice
of someone else
i find peace.

04/07/2002

Posted on 04/07/2002
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/07/03 at 10:34 PM

Eerie and deep. Excellent concept.

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