Ra Sh writes

Trisection

Now, the body had to be trisected.

Team A, Team B and Team C negotiated.

Negotiation was hush hush and in haste.

Team A wanted the thighs and legs.

Team B wanted the hands and breasts.

Team C wanted the torso and the butt.

Negotiations became heated.

Team A brandished sickles.

Team B unsheathed swords.

Team C flashed scimitars.

The body lay there wondering

Why no one needed her head.

The head was pretty, curly hair,

Merciful eyes, kind soft nose

And a mouth that always smiled.

Bright teeth and healthy gums.

And a fine functioning brain.

The head smiled at their arguments.

Finally, the warring factions

Settled to an agreement.

Each got what they wanted.

Team A sawed off the legs thigh down

And stuffed them in a gunny bag.

Team B hacked off the hands and

Sliced away the breasts, stuffing them

In a military issue rucksack.

Team C chopped off the head and

Stuffed the torso, butt and all,

In a polished mahogany chest.

They made off in three directions

And the head was left alone on the grass.

Now, it began to sing a song

And some birds landed to listen.

Some animals too stood listening.

Soon, it became an orchestra

As the song of the chopped head

Rose up and down rose up and down

Like a leafy wave in the glade

Till the forest became an ensemble

Of clouds and pollen and flora and fauna.

And even some ancient stars that were long dead.

Singing Head --  John Forrester Clack