THEY'LL HARVEST MY PARTS

Stephen Kelley

they'll harvest my parts life yet in them. so a boy can belly-
flop a car in a ditch twenty years on. my kidney, too much
Jim Beam in him. so a guy's wife is sick of him thirty years on.
my lung in him, child in her not his. so I can seal pain
in them who buy me. who we were, what your name even was, flaw
in a diagram. our parts are us, if we're us or not.
bend a scythe to me, under a gilded dome I'm meat my brethren
kneel for. stitch my heart in a dog, it'll fit there,
you won't be rid of me.