12 January 2010


Strip me from my body.
I am sick with its soft decay.
Skin erodes to acid etching.
I polish, and blood seeps away.

Where is my shine,
my steel endurance?

I want titanium bones
sheathed in alloy,
not a body of tissue
ridden by ancestors.

I will be
the beginning of unborn life.

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