THERE NO MORE

Poem about waking up rigid on a shelf

THERE NO MORE

There no more
Not since that light
Awake
And then asleep

Awake again
But rigid now
On this shelf
I keep

Muscle
Supple flesh no more
A static
Figurine

No breath inhaled
Heart's fire gone
Ceramic
Painted sheen

How came to this?
Did I fail
Some life's
Appointed task?

Or was
my work completed?
I can only
Ask

Perhaps
The answers simpler
My next life's here
Somehow

Like cardboard
Tin or plastic
I been recycled
now