These little selves.
Little lives.
My absence’ll be sudden –
I expect.
One day helping others,
Best I can.
Another,
Harvested for parts.
Organs to keep children alive.
Tattooed Skin to tan, stretch, display.
Bones to carve into polyhedral dice,
For Savants & Geniuses.
Rest?
Medical;
Or Education.
LIVING WILL #7
