The Unclaimed Body

By Lynn Ockersz

In morgues some unclaimed bodies go stone-cold,

On being deftly side-stepped,

By busy-bodies wielding the whip hand,

As temperatures rise in a splitting of hairs,

On the disposal of mortal remains:

Should it be cremations or burials,

In the customary way?

This is the question not easily going away,

But a core issue is lost sight of in the fray:

For, the human and the inconvenient carcass,

Are seen as one and the same,

Signalling that Reverence for Life,

Is quickly slipping away.