In the Museum of Death Without Dignity
there is a tall glass case with your name on it
& tall glass jars for each of your organs.
Someday, all your sorrows will vanish.
The next day, the curators will carve
the skin from your flesh & the flesh
from your bones.
What they cannot carve will be left
to the beetles to resolve. Your undignified flesh
will be replaced with stuffing. The squish
of your eyes replaced with glass.
You will be reconstituted, stably, & children –
other people’s, of course – will gawk at you for eternity,
for however long this eternity lasts.
For you, it will only be a moment.
🏛️🔎
