I found by my bed

A dried out husk

Brittle and boneless

 

So I gave it my eyes

Slid out the milky corneas

So that it might see

 

Cut out my tongue

Thick and coiling like a serpent

To give it my words

 

I sliced through my ears

Like sweet Vincent

So that it might hear

My daughter’s true love

 

Shaved my head army clean

So one day it may feel

My wife’s eternal fingers

 

I located my pulmonary vein

As scarlet rushed true

So that it might boil and bleed

 

My lungs I gave freely

Fat palettes of flesh

Slipped into its chest

For life and breath

 

My insides slid easy

From the slit in my stomach

Into its wanting waves

 

My brain was the hardest

I cherished my mind

But still it passed over

So that it may think

 

And finally my heart

My bittersweet heart

Pushed into its chest

With a beat and a beauty

 

Then I lay still

A husk of a man

While He rose from the ground

And light poured into me.