In the absence of pen and paper

I reach in

Underneath the lowest ribs

And take out a kidney.

Wrapping it in a piece of skin

Peeled from the inside of my arm

I place it in the middle of the living room carpet,

Like a cat leaving a bird for it´s master.

Not content with this sacrifice

I press my fingers to either side

And remove one of my eyes.

Carefully clipping the thick optical nerve

With my finest scissors.

Despite my recent loss of depth perception

I place this token also on the floor.

After a fairly short time 

I have an impressive array of organs 

Lined up in plain view 

For your approval.

But approval does not come,

Instead a letter from your solicitor.

It says, “ We know that somewhere you have a soul.

Find it,

Leave it,

And would the last one out please turn out the lights.