we won't sign no papers,
we shall leave no trace
of our inner conscience and our higher brain
if there's a need to harvest what we still maintain - pump our veins with protoplasmic common sense
did you check our wallet for a donor card?
did you call our siblings,
told them what we are -
a near-life experience, a criteria
spinning lies in a cracked mason jar
and we laugh
years of listening out of reflex
laugh just to break out in tears
and we cry, still we're beating heart cadavers
icy water in our ears
