Autopsy!

Forced to dig into evidence
we had gathered
At much publicised
crime scene
Shoved in a black box
Next to handy skeletons
Exhausted from
containing theyre screams

We dare to inspect
the much fussed over remains
subject them to careful scrutiny
To ascertain the cause of death
Did dreams hang themselves limp
Or was the soul asphyxiated
Was it the deficiency of love
Or an overdose of disrespect

Once we think
we have the answers
We stitch back
mutilated pieces together
Pretending we'd manage to
To feed a probable longing
From the one,
Long withered

We thump its chest hard
Enough to force back a heartbeat
We put it on a ventilator
And compel it to breathe
We pretend that there are
still some signs of life
We imagine it gasping for breath
Confident, it can still be revived

But alas we were too concieted
Giving into the temptation of playing god
We dint find the invasion of dealthy peace
To be in any way, odd
Now we stand red with shame
Our foolishness carved in stone
The least we could do now
Is to leave its fate alone

So as we pay our last respects
To the one long departed
Behind the facade of a strong will
We admit to being weak hearted
No balming apology given for a hasty buriel

Thereby commiting a sin so carnal
To the corpse denied of a fair autopsy and a long overdue funeral!