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Jeremy Bentham, why is your body still on display?
given to science, dissected by colleagues at the end of your days
Jeremy Bentham, why does your body still sit behind glass?
is it the inversion of the panoptic?
I did not speak
I am invisible
Ill let the prison talk
I hear its' syllables
become me come to me become
me come to me become me come
auto-policing, induced by the architecture (is someone watching?)
when I'm gone, that my colleagues dissect me is my final request