The Dissecting Room!

They were just like us
True!
They walked just like us
True!
They lived just like us
True!
But here they lie
Their remains, our means
Of study.....

Oh Man!
Is this how you are reduced to?
Your gallant gait is no more
Your beautiful apparel
No longer evident
As I look around
As I stare at those lifeless bodies
I shudder
I stutter
I wonder
Is life this wasted?
Why weren't we told of this end?
I'm still expressionless
The scalpel has reached your tissues
I have seen nothing of your life
Except those preserved muscles and tissues.

The end of life
The end of living
The end of joy
Nothing remains forever
Death is bound to happen
No one knew you
I didn't either
But as I worked my way
Through sections of your body
My heart felt agony
My emotions stood still
Are we all going to end this way?
I can't help but marvel at those intricate designs
Which have been carved by the Creator!
I'm Fascinated!
Oh Life!
An end of pride..


Everything that remains hidden is exposed
My thoughts are exposed
And held captive to a tall string of questions
Does life really end this way?
I felt like a surgeon
Of course,  I did
But that didn't bring any pride
Because as I inhaled the stench of formalin
And cut through sections
Sections of one, who was just like me
My pride was paralysed
One realisation hits me
Man is but a container
That would eventually reduce to Nothing!


Here I was
Way before everything
So confident and anxious
Yes!
 I steeled myself against fear
 I moved gallantly to the room
What met my gaze
Left my body running with shivers
Bodies strewn about
Bodies lying about
It did take a while
Little by little
As we worked our way through those nerves and sinuses
Ease crept its way through me
The cast of fear begun to come off
Gradually
I begun to adjust
I begun to touch
Actively I partake in this adventure
Standing for long Hours!
My feet understood what pain sought to project
An after everything,
In my closet......
I'm left with bare thoughts
Of how volatile our lives are
Indeed man is just a soul living in the body
A wasted Body!
Our lives would continue to be faded echoes
Of what we never intended to have
An end of living.....