Carcass short poem

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You know that sickening stench
that comes from a corpse
girdled to a steel gurney
as, slowly the morbid form
degrades and still waits
for that last living cell
to give in, to wear out
or may be just dissected
like other rotten souls around
just so it can be stated
once and for all as – deceased
may be then, perhaps
the world would concede
that you are a carcass

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