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The Autopsy

In a back room a man is performing an autopsy
On an old raincoat.
His wife appears in the doorway with a candle
And asks, how does it go?
Not now, not now, I’m just getting to the lining,
He murmurs with impatience.
I just wanted to know if you found any blood clots?
Blood clots?!
For my necklace. . .

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Poem The Autopsy - Russell Edson