Body of Seven

I.
I should have taken it as an omen
I put my heart in your hands
And watched it quiver

II.
This is my life
My salvation
This is my coffin
My destruction

III.
Yesterday they told me
To go see a genetic therapist
“It might effect your heart”
A small price to pay
Blood and flesh
For security or doom

IV.
Drip Drip Drip
Drop
Blood to fill my branches

V.
My lungs are fire
They are wood
They burn and splinter
Smoke and embers

VI.
Small, interlaced trees
Connected by elastic concrete
Quivering as the light turns on
And ions ebb and flow
Small aqueducts feed and nourish
A  constant, monitored pressure

VII.
That's not your skin
It's the clothes your bones decided to wear
This morning and yesterday
Tomorrow,
You may have a different face