A few weeks ago I saw the remains

of a person who had been hit by a train.

 

They were scattered along the tracks-

and it was hard to imagine that these parts

had once been together

and that

they had been an entire single body

and that body

had a name and a place in the world.

 

Strewn along the tracks

is not a place in the world anyone should occupy

and nobody should be called by that name.

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: IDENTITY