Before the Body

[busker]

Before the Body

A soul is nothing special. Because I sleep through any noise,
they chose me for the bunker. The doctor ran a battery of tests
to test my fortitude, plinking hammers at my knees, eavesdropping
on my blood. At first she heard a murmur, but dismissed it
as stray gas. The vestiges of sin will follow you
through every life, and yes, I do regret that hot dog
but I know my heart is stalwart. Birds approach
with tilted heads, unsure what kind of flower
I might throw around their necks. I greet them 
with my mouth held open, ready to be born.

Oh my, this is extraordinary 
I’ll come back later with some more helpful feedback, but the last line is breathtaking