Autopsy

Tear the animal mask away,

Strip me to the barest bone

You shall not find the golden ray

That long within my heart had shone.

Open the skull, expose the brain

Examine it if you must,

You shall not find me, look again

And look until I turn to dust.

What is the measurement of soul

Or She who dwelt within this breast

Never shall you find the whole

When all it is but parts you test.