These Mortal Parts

I'm not much attached to this body, it feels like it's on a short leash while the brain drags it around like a reluctant old dog. Long cantankerous years have pummeled it into a shape it never used to own, never saw coming. I am by no means special we all acquire these 'special' parts, that cling to us like limpets and lichen many are visible only to the mind. Tree's show their scars on the outside internal excrescences run deeper. Wasted landscapes never repopulated are sutured integral with still verdant fields, still workable earth but we know that vehicles this unwieldy have no fail-safe switch even if we could find it.