A visual cacophony
This beautiful thing
To die a violent death could
an end to this begin-
A dismal dismantling
Of internal organs
weighed and measured to the gram
stuffed back into an empty cavity where they’d remain
.Unadorned but for cotton bracelets
and zip lock bags.
!A macabre fresco of
photographed and inspected as if the person that once lived
would have wished
but to be carved apart
Like a corn-fed turkey.
blood drained and a second-rate cosmetologist attempts to restore a corpse by caking on theater make-up that lingers in fingernails and wrinkles and rolls.
Ushered into uncomfortable pews
they tried not to laugh at the
that sort of resembled someone they used to know.
of A living memory of this dead thing
To live in those that loved
Until they too were just a beautiful ugly thing
Then just a name
On a mailing list.