The blood-filled heart
The complexity of breath
The miraculous biology
Of birth and life and death
Packaged up in pieces
Of mortal meat and bone
We take the lives of others’
Though we never take our own
The body with a beating heart
A living consciousness
Made of mind and muscle
All is lost in death
Leaving only morsels
Of meat upon the bone
Though we take the lives of others’
We never take our own