Hominal Repair - Aborted Fetus

I was picking up the dismembered body

Piece by piece as a puzzle

Here is the soft head — it’s bones are shattered

I extracted the brain, sucked it out with vacuum cleaner

And I thrust an air-balloon inside through the torn mouth

To preserve the form of the skull

The trunk was reminding a battlefield:

Multiple slash wounds, craters and blisters from burns

The broken ribs, when pressed a bit

Were piercing the skin as toilet-paper

It was difficult to define, where front was, and where back

Rooted out limbs made this hard task even more complicated

I even don’t know is it a man or a woman?

Sexual attributes are disfigured and depersonalized

As if they were intentionally plowed by a tractor

A pile of useless forcemeat with a proud name — the human being