Packice Testo

Testo Packice

Bury me in the packice
and please don't dig me out
until science has devised a way
to heal my many wounds.

My aching bones,
my stupid head,
my broken heart,
my ruined soul.
Lay me down beneath the permafrost
and then go away
until industry perfects the means
to make me whole again.

Then fill the void within me,
close these dreadful holes,
bury me in the packice.