So Fragile the Body Is

So fragile the body is,
When it is cut up and sewn,
The tender fragments,
Pulsate to the bone,
Breathing in plastic tube,
The rattle and hum,
So fragile the body is,
When it comes undone,

So fragile the body is,
When it’s torn apart,
When you poke and prod it,
When you play with its heart,
Break it until it can break no more,
When you take out the blood,
And let it pour,

So fragile the heart is,
When it’s clogged up,
From the arteries to the veins,
The blood thickens,
Until nothing else remains,

So fragile the body is,
When it is tied to tubes and machines,
No amount of morphine,
Can bring you back from the brink,
Of nightmares and dreams,
Tangled up in white linen cloth and bedsheets,
As you toss and turn,
In the newly found turmoil of sleep,

So fragile the body is,
When it’s left to recover,
From the betrayal of a lover,
When its heart bleeds,
When it is left for dead,

So fragile the body is,
When is lying in a hospital bed,
When you long for silence,
But the sound of her voice,
Still lingers in your head.