Beating Heart Cadavers - Acollective

We won’t sign no papers, we shall leave no trace of our inner conscience and

our higher brain

If there’s a need to harvest what we still maintain — pump our veins with

protoplasmic common sense

Did you check our wallet for a donor card?

Did you call our siblings, told them what we are —

A near-life experience, a criteria

Spinning lies in a cracked mason jar

And we laugh

Years of listening out of reflex

Laugh just to break out in tears

And we cry, still we’re beating heart cadavers

Icy water in our ears