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.

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Pieces of You