They break them down
Piece by piece
At the knuckle,
By the joint,
Organs on demand...
From A to B, ASAP
In a cold, portable chemical womb
With nutrient tubes, pumps,
Pressurized gas and valves,
Dry ice, batteries,
Wires and chips,
Achromatic Samsonite case…
Temperature and oxygenation,
Time and pressure
Tuned and balanced
To start the allogeneic process
With the recipient HCG,
Knitting with the familiar
Nerves and tissue,
Platelets and plasma,
Synchronizing with a biological clock…
The wealthy can afford it,
New parts for an old chassis.
Living their lives on premium
And the trophy bodies
Of all their haut cuisine…
Oh! But to fear Death His due!
And to pay this grim recompense
For a life of opulence and debauchery.
Their just desserts? Well, not to be...
Thankfully, a service is provided
So they can continue to enjoy
This marvelous miracle of life
Meanwhile, the brokers get rich
And the syndicated shareholders
Count their shekels.
The doctors get a cut
And the hospitals get their share.
The charities show good numbers,
While the bankers count their profits…
There are facilitators
Distributors,
Curriers,
Technicians,
Mechanics,
Hunters,
Repo men...
The impoverished donor,
Whose wounded, patched up body
Reluctantly flies back to the refuge camp,
They fondly describe as "his home",
Grappling to adjust
To this suddenly acquired anatomical overdraft.
He returns, a modest hero
Proud to buy a little more food for his family,
Buy a cell phone,
And hope that his children
Can live to get a second chance