by Lydia Daffenberg
I wonder what parts they used to
Make Frankenstein people
Did they remember to add
His blood, sweat and tears
Or is it something that they forgot?
Did they think about where his organs had been?
They'd traveled thick in the jungle at Nam--
They'd been in love and pissed off and pissed on.
Where had Frankenstein's organ's been?
The one's now dead being replaced again.
What were the stories of those?
Had they even been his?
Did anyone know?
I wonder what part--
Perhaps pop's eyes to see.
Will I let them take me
And make me into a Frankenstein, too?
I wonder what parts they would use.