Behold, here you are,
A automaton, without action, without will;
A body in which the authorities had executed the clinic autopsy,
And had left of thy everything that mattered to come back to empty seas
And spread over dimmed hills.
Here you are,
Dry bones, empty bottle, erased.
Cold, having only your hands to give the death to the men.
A pair of hands is everything that you are now...
                                                (Ashida Kim)