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Organ Rebellion

The Dead Live On Within

By Gerard DiLeoPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 2 min read
Rebels on Parade

This All Hollows' Eve

The organs will speak again

Making statements how they grieve

For those donating them

***

They volunteered, not, to abdicate

The bodies from which they came

They were simply trying to regulate

Biochemical tasks in their frame

***

They worked so hard to keep everything running

All processes in solidarity

The bodies gave ne'er a thought of becoming

Or succumbing to mortality

***

The heart pumped blood to every cell

And allowed, every tissue, breath

So very well nobody could tell

That there was any chance of death

***

The kidneys filtered out all the crud

That accumulated from functionality

And put out the trash that spoiled the blood

They urinated with punctuality

***

Can't live, without, what's called a liver

To detoxify all the poisons in corpus

Yet, the irresponsible continued to deliver

Toxins that overwhelmed its purpose

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Then, ironic trauma to their bodily hosts

When the wrong place led to dispatch

Car crashes, homicides, even John Does

Taken to labs in search of a match

***

They had no idea they would join some list

Of those who wrecked organs of their own

With alcohol, sugars, things hedonist

Or competed by steroid hormone

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Now they're removed and transplanted

Replacing organs no longer in tune

Why, they asked, should they be granted

To losers who freely chose their doom?

***

Come All Hollows' Eve they will talk back

To their new hosts who refuse to change

A memo so strong, that they will attack

'Less normal values are put back in range

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The woman now wearing corneas of others

Will be haunted by visions of death in her eyes

The message will be so frightfully clear that it smothers

To the point that she horribly dies

***

The man with the new heart is in danger already

Blocking, with new plaque, the arteries within it

It fibrillates to make rhythms unsteady

Till he grabs his chest on his third buttered biscuit

***

The heart races its pulse incredibly fast

And flutters as he cuts his filet

He sweats profusely and his face breathes its last

And he falls on his smoking ashtray

***

The borrowed liver man continues to drink

Insists it is why he's a fellow so mellow

It isn't the hard stuff, just beer, he thinks

So his new liver answers, making him yellow

***

Two men with new kidneys, they came by the pair

Kept all the bad habits that lost, theirs, tenure

They knew they could find others to share

So each new kidney stopped wholly in failure

***

Some eyes glazed over, pupils fixed and dilated

One heart kept beating but into the ground

One liver stopped living until death awaited

The fluids built up until the recipients all drowned

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There are those, deservedly so,

Who are gifted with unselfish presents

Those who wasted their health, though,

Should reconsider their contents

***

This Halloween those with second chances

Should respect their new leases and releases from strife

If they don't reckon their circumstances

They'll be packing the truck for the afterlife

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Gerard DiLeo

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    Written by Gerard DiLeo