The Art Of Science

The Art Of Science

I don't mind leaving my body to Science,

But my face is a thing of beauty.

I want that part left to the world of Art,

For the whole world to see.

I don't mind leaving my body to Science,

But my tongue stays 'tween my teeth.

Please, don't you balk, I used to use it to talk,

It vocalised what I would mean.

I don't mind leaving my body to Science,

Except for the eyes, you see,

Even if they are dull, they stay in my skull,

Who knows what they might see.

I don't mind leaving my body to Science,

Except the ears that frame my face.

Even if it looks wrong, it's where they belong,

It'd be weird without them in place.

I don't mind leaving my body to Science,

But don't you dare touch my brain,

That glob of grey-white, was ever so bright, 

(and maybe just a little insane.)

I don't mind leaving my body to Science,

Take it all, from the neck down.

Leave me my head, even though I am dead,

It's the bit of me I am most proud.

I don't mind leaving my body to Science,

Actually, yes, I kind of do.

Because I loved with my heart; 

Experienced the joy of a fart.

I listened to my gut feelings. 

From my head to my heels and,

This skin that I'm in, 

(Though it's wrinkly and thin)

It carried these bones, 

And it did it alone,

The same as yours does for you.

I don't mind leaving my body to Science,

As long as they keep it for show.

But if they cut and they waste, and they throw bits away,

Then I think I'll just leave them my clothes.

By J. Barrett