Ghost of The Cadaver’s Past

I am the ghost of a cadaver
Who refused to go to heaven
As I wished to see
My donated body’s utility.

Faces lit with excitement and fear
Crowd around my nude body
A few faint! Oh dear!
Develop some guts everybody!

The scalpel grazing my skin
Makes me wanna cringe!
Listening to the tearing of ligaments ain’t easy
It actually makes me feel quite queasy!

My body is poked and prodded
And my limbs are removed
Some are neat and some are messier
Dude! Quite cutting like a butcher!

Guys and Girls flock around me
Watching with sadistic glee
As the teacher saws and hits
My skull non-chalantly!

My insides are out
And my outsides are disposed
My organs are bottled
My privates are exposed!

Formalin flows through my veins
I am surrounded by its stink
Down the hall of dissection
I walk and think.

My mind is filled with gruesome images
Of the students’ sick delight
Now I wonder whether my decision to stay
Was due to lack of insight.

Oh God! Take me away!
I can’t watch this monstrosity!
To watch my dissected body
Is just pure agony!

God appears and asks
“Child, Why do you lament?
When your huge sacrifice
Ought to give you fulfillment?”

I ponder and am enlightened
I look at God and say
“Thank you God for helping me understand
My Mortus Prosumus Vitae!”

I laugh at my thoughts so petty!
I was unreasonable and silly!
Now content, I lounge on clouds
‘Cause even in death I serve lives!

A footnote from 2021:

This poem is a personal favorite. I wrote it after witnessing my Anatomy professor use a hammer to crack open the skull of the cadaver we were dissecting. I think she trying to open the orbital cavity.

And it got me thinking. What if the cadaver’s ghost actually witnessed the way we students were watching this horrible treatment without flinching. I’m sure it would’ve been horrifying to witness one’s body being treated so callously.

‘Mortus Prosumus Vitae’ is a Latin saying for ‘In death I profit lives’.

Lecture Blues – II

Here I am,
Once again,
Gonna pay attention,
With renewed determination!

The lesson commences,
And my mind tenses,
With anticipation,
For the new information.

The lesson is intriguing,
And all is well.
Fascinated, I begin absorbing,
The knowledge quite well.

Umm… excuse me, professor,
I’m sure you can decipher,
When I tell you that my mind,
Has crossed its threshold line.

The unrelenting tyrant gives a deaf ear,
To our collective cries and moans,
The teaching dragon continues breathing fire,
Into our overloaded brains.

My towering knowledge blocks
Crash to the ground!
Oh God! This sucks!
I’m having a complete melt down!

The closing of a door,
Reboots my brain.
Well I guess it’s time,
I came up with a fool proof plan!

Explanation from 2021:

I solemnly swear I was a good student. For the most part. I couldn’t help it when teachers sung lullabies (read gave lectures) in class!

Change

Occurring in every phase of life,
Is a thing called change.
But whether it is a boon or strife,
It will always be strange.

A change in environment,
All different and new,
Is better than solitary confinement,
And a good place to start life anew!

A change in a circle of friends,
Can be either fun or fearful,
Together you may set trends,
Or end up getting in trouble!

A change in your work,
Should always be welcomed,
Otherwise you will feel stuck,
While the world around you moves forward.

Change can be good. Change can be bad.
It can make you happy or make you sad.
But the development of your out look of life will determine
Whether you will reach rock bottom or hit the gold mine.

Lecture Blues – I

Admist the sea of students I lounge,
My ears filled with a melodious monotone,
Listening to the lecture I try,
The most prevailing questions are how and why?

Surrounded by blank stares,
The air filled with the cacophany of snores,
Under the lone teacher’s scrutiny,
Who knows nothing can be done against group mutiny.

Taking a deep breath I try to listen,
To whatever the teacher has to say,
My brain gets loaded with information,
And all my senses start screaming “Nay!”

As I can listen no more,
My mind decides to settle the score,
With the teacher who keeps teaching,
After all the students start sleeping.

With my chin in my hand,
I grab the free ticket.
Time to go to dreamland!
I start to zone out.

As I am about to board the train,
I’m rudely disturbed by someone calling my name,
I look around for the source in annoyance,
The teacher frowns back at my defiance.

I missed my ride and now I’m back,
Quietly grumbling, wishing for someone to smack,
When all I wanna do is stand and yell,
“Dude! What the hell?!”

Justification from 2021:

We’ve all slept in class, right? Right?