Scholar

The vivisectionist frowns
And sighs, thoughtful.
Another completed.

Parts stare up from the table
As before:
Veins, organs, bones, etcetera
(Plenty of etcetera).

She tiptoed about with such grace that I melted.
The flutes of her voice were so fluid I wept.

The knife danced,
The touch perfected,
Blood flowed hot.

But
somehow,
After,
It's all
Just
Parts.