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- Poetry > Free VerseWhen I am dead, my dearest, don’t stick my bones together with Scotch tape. Do not try to fit them underneath a frame. Use them, one by one, as a weapon, a gavel. My bones, they can be good back scratchers, honey mixers, and hands of clocks. You can toss them across space and see how far ...