The Pathologist
There was no rancour in the brain, or canker,
no legions, in fact this brain could be re-used,
the heart had been torn apart but looked perfect,
what had caused this terrible damage - what do you expect?
Had it received a constant battering from others,
by having palpitations and too many lovers?
just a red pump indeed, without blood delivery
to the brain, none of the organs would survive.
He placed the heart to one side, the right -
it had spent it's life on the left, so bereft,
how could it be punctured with no mark,
and lived a life, a dead cert for being hurt.
Did you hear about the Greek necrophiliac?
George Fucacarcous, might have been infectious.
Copyright © Terry Reeves | Year Posted 2020
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