Requiem for a Cadaver ..

Requiem for a Cadaver ..

A Poem by hari
"

Spare me the torture...I want to rest

"


The cadaver or the 'body' as he was fondly called

Just seven days old... he was the baby of Anatomy lab!

Had a violent death in his previous birth..

An accident, right in front of his partner's eyes

'It was his wish..', SHE had said, standing by the mortuary door,

tears streaming down HER beautiful face, 'take him away!

He doesn't want to be burnt or buried...'

He was shy at first, and much vulnerable

Twenty pairs of nervous eyes looking in awe

The vibrant professor calmly explaining his assets

Like a display at an exhibition, he felt

Staring at the halogen lamp...and the white ceiling beyond

No pain he felt when the first cut was made

But sensed the discomfort of his captive audience

He tried to maintain that poker face

When the lovely girl in blue dress fainted

And when that self styled stud puked

Having seen a 'heart' at close quarters!

Slowly cut apart by the persistent professor

He suffered in silence, the humiliation of a second death

In anticipation of just one thing...he knew SHE would come

Last evening SHE walked in, HER back dress flowing

Only the two of them in that dreary setting

SHE came close, he could sense HER presence..

SHE asked him, 'Haven't you had enough?

Shall I take you away, for I can't bear to see you like this!'

He felt a single teardrop fall on his still open left eye,

Trickle down the face onto the parched lips

But alas, he couldn't taste the sweetness

'Enough...', he thought, 'It is now time for me to go'

He sensed HER fade away and he then knew

SHE understood his readiness to go

...the Professor was at his cheerful self

Summing up the anatomy lessons

Even the girl who fainted was looking brighter,

The stud who puked, from behind he took a peek

'Let's wind up', the Professor said, 'And thank him

Your learning process incomplete without him'

The poker face intact, he silently accepted the complements

The burly lab attendants, when they came,

The starry eyed boys and girls bid farewell

They shifted him on to the gurney

As the procession left the anatomy lab, he knew

His second death awaited him...and he was happy!

Only wondering if he would see HER on his final leg....

© 2016 hari


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Added on May 8, 2016
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hari
hari

Kochi, Kerala, India



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