the bodybag

There is a bound and gag;
that my body is in,
that my voice in in,
that holds my limbs,
my flesh and skin, my
hands and knees, my head
and hair, my wrists, my mouth,
my heart, my lungs, my throat
my sweat, my sins, and my ankles is in.
There is a bottle and a rag;
that my death is in,
that my flashback is in
that my one last breath,
my heart-attack, and last
gasp, my last grasp at life,
my no going back , my final fine,
and my one last time is in.
There is a body bag;
that my soul is in,
that my love is in,
that my lust, and pride,
my pain, my joy, my hope,
my goals, my thoughts, my
emotions and dreams, my drive,
There is a box and tag;
that I am in,
that my toe is in,
until dirt gets in,
and maggots eat my skin.