Resurrection (1978)
When I was wrecked, they sewed me up
Rather like an old cushion, being carefully sure
To get all the stuffing on the right side.
When I was burned, they oiled me all over
Somewhat like a worn saddle, very dutifully
Working grease into all the little cracks.
When I was drowned, they wrung me out
Vaguely like a stale sponge, being carefully sure
To squeeze out the very last drop.
Previously published by INFINITY Magazine
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