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?