High School Anatomy Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Vivisected for high school anatomy-
See that it don’t grow new curious
Red veins and purple arteries,
Like a staunched starfish;
And then stop moping and beat
Itself to death for girls
It hardly even knows, but only because
That is the nature of its selfish wound.

And I know that it is futile and will
Spend the rest of its life alone,
Lost with its classroom of weeping brothers
In the soft gray ash down
At the bottom of the greatest torrential sea.