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
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