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Bielegy

Remember me? You might; I can't be sure.
Biology, the class of ninety-four.
Your Thursday lessons taught me quite a lot.
I hear you've died. How does it feel to rot?

Remember when you taught us about hair?
The nostrils, and the need for filters there?
I've heard the hair still grows on corpses. How?
You didn't teach me that. Guess you'd know now.

And what about the lessons on digestion?
To eat and what to eat, that was the question.
The tongue, the sweet and bitter, how we taste...
Now you're just food for maggots. What a waste.

"The Water Cycle" — I remember this:
A whole wide world of rain and clouds and piss.
My appetite has dwindled. Sad to say,
I know that we'll be drinking you one day.

Perhaps worst of all, the knowledge in your brain
Is liquidised, recycled, used again.
"It's Nature's way" — but still I feel abused
To think that soon my parts will be reused.