Pieces of You
Pieces of you
so when you are dead,
I can rely on them in my bed.
When you are dead I could reuse you head,
sown onto another they would become like a brother.
If I reuse your hands to, it may become quite like you.
If I choose carefully a person of similar atrophy,
I could describe them as you.
Then you would never be dead,
Then you would always be you.