I saw where his heart had been
Yesterday I touched a dead man
And I know he felt nothing
I touched his spine
And jugular
and muscles that had lost all strength
His skin was rubber
but he still had hair
his eyes closed upon his face
In life maybe he was a poet
Or a brilliant engineer
Maybe he was a mortician, and he touched corpses too
Yesterday I touched a corpse
He didn't blink or breathe, or feel
Yet it felt so familiar, his reaction wasn't new
Yesterday I touched a dead man
It felt like touching you.
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