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