Body Parts

The hand was the start of it
The hand was alight
It was unclear as to whether it was alight with fire
Alight with energy
Electricity
Very hard to say
But if you took a glance you took a stare
You would become as a deer in headlights
The hand delved into the chest
And the chest was pale
It moved up and down with illness and coughing
It shimmied and shook as sweat streamed down
The chest was rotten to the core
But the hand delved into it
Through flesh and bone it bore
As silent as a summer breeze it went through
skin flesh and bone
And into the chest
The tints of pink and red shone out across the room as the hand dug
It dug deeper and deeper
Then it grasped something
The something struggled back
But the hand was stronger and it pulled back out of the chest not leaving so much as a scar
And the hand carried with it putrid tar
The hand cupped it and pulled every last string out of the chest
The stink coated the room but the hand worked on
It threw it against the wall and it slid down
And when the tar had heaped itself together on the floor it slunk out the door
The hand shook the remnants with one shake
And turned to the chest
The chest was healthy and vibrant
It moved up and down
Oxygen flowed steady as the rhythm of a drum
Beating life out as it's new cadence
The body that accompanied the chest caused it to rise
The body saw the hand open and inviting
The mouth said...
"I do not need you anymore. Good bye."
The feet turned
The legs moved
The hand wept
For it knew that this would come to pass again.