D.O.A. Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Give me your brain.
Give me your eyes.
Give me your tongue and lips.
Give me your heart.
Give me your hands.
Give me your legs and feet,
To walk with!

'What else do you want from me? '

We are trying to determine that now!

'You did not ask for my ass!
Why? '

You've been sitting on that too long!
Keep that!
It's over used.
And much too soft,
To give to someone else with determination.
And we are only collecting parts
That have capability to enhance and enrich,
This experience to experiment!

'What about my consciousness? '

Your what?
Please...
Did I mention,
None of us here are magicians!
Other gifts,
Yes!
But that which you have,
Has been determined D.O.A.
Dead on arrival!
Your mind has been completely useless.
To you or any of us.