my dead body sits in a freezer all day

my dead body sits in a freezer all day

close enough to hear the breathing bodies outside the door 

it does not sleep 

nor does the heart beat, the lungs do not move 

it lets whatever happens outside or inside of it happen

while it listens 

my dead body tries to cry tears but is too frozen to move 

to move anywhere 

my dead body is always uncomfortable 

my dead body stares at the ceiling 

wearing blue striped underwear 

it cannot do anything else 

my dead body hears a voice outside the door. 

my dead body had never said start, 

my dead body had never said stop,

now it grows icicles on its fingertips and cannot say either, 

it cannot even sing 

a song that is stuck in its non-functional brain

it will be under my pale skin,

my widened and blank, dead eyes 

and i'll listen to it on repeat 

because that’s pretty much all i can do 

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

Oh, I like this, it's the person in the inside freezing to get out.
It could even be a coma situation, listening to people who don't realise you can hear them.
At one point the blue striped underwear put me in the Jewish death camps, but I think I'm off the mark.
Great poem.