Listen.

And so it began. Button by button my blouse was unbuttoned. My shirt taken off without any discussion. Just one more button on the top of my jeans, the zipper goes down, was this even foreseen? The pants are pulled off and my bare legs exposed. You know what comes next, yes the rest of my clothes. I lay there naked and my body is examined, but not in the way that you think because what is assumed never happened. With a flick of a pen my cause of death is recorded, they put my file in the cabinet alphabetically sorted. White sheet overhead, name tag on my toe, as I wait to be lowered six feet below.