Rebirth Poem by Robbie Coburn

I prepared my flesh for its new life yesterday
steadied the crudely fashioned handles and pulled
quickly.
the rip left sheets of scar tissue emptying
onto the carpet, a stain forming a puddle beneath
my naked white toes.
the torn opening widened into a hole where
my mouth had been, sprawled still across the
floor.
the scarred surface shed its habit and
abandoned its blemishes easily
falling through the circled and frayed furrows.
after the burning of dawn tanned the leathery
skin, the old body collapsed in a heap of bone
and sinew, each stage of decomposition
breathing through my sewn throat where breath
bled from my bare lungs.
in the building light I watched drawn wires
tangled across the line of pegs as I secured
the other flesh to dry out:
it fit better and wore itself in around
my glad eyes and abraded insides.
this was the beginning, the new became
normal before darkness could be heightened,
loosened into the clear shot of morning.