She lay heaped
As though a bundle of
Tattered rags in a corner, stacked
To be chucked aside…
Derailed from life’s torturous clasp
A human body left to rot
With cancerous cells
Cut off and bound… to be saved?
But the lifeless body susicates
On borrowed fumes of oxygen
What is this human life?
Flourishing on borrowed breath?
Every inch of body, cut and diced?
Survivors are we all
What artificial tubes and rented breath
Will keep us alive
In later years of life.