Chilanga Sprinkles

A plastics man
Engaged in a mission
Of perfecting bodies
With injected chemicals
With skin stretching
And skin cutting
With skillful 
Discrete suturing

A man now stilled by death
Un-embalmed
Blood pooling at his calfs
His buttocks
His back
Blackening the back 
Of his fair skin

He lies in a wicker basket
Wrapped in linnen
And covered in dirt
Awaiting the invasion 
Of worms
That will help him
Become soil