Accidental Autopsy

The time comes.  The cleaver falls
to target.  Have I dreaded this moment
longer than I've enjoyed it?

Don't judge yourself.  There is
a greater love who knows this better.
This life, the air that moved it;  where
it landed.

When it goes, something goes
with it. On four feet with jaws that crack
the bone.  That cuts the whole
into two unmatched pieces

that were organized accidentally.

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