Trade

by Arunansu   Jan 12, 2008


Purloined corpses
dragged from
Cemeteries. Morgues. Funeral pyres

Half a dozen hands
used to shepherd the bones
through stages of de-fleshing. Drying.

Whole Price :
Dollar forty five
for secret dealers

they wired pieces together,
painted on medical diagrams,
sawed away sections on skulls.

One day,
one fateful day,
I got the cold
body;
my youngest son,15 years . . .
( there was special prize for
child bodies, you know!)

I saw death, the 'first' time, and . . .

The day after,
Law keepers gathered the following details

Name, so and so.
Age, around 50 years.
Cause of death : unknown so far. (Investigations are on.)
Occupation : keeper of the Village cemetery.

Now my eldest son
works in my place.

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