I’ll die in almost exactly five years

I wonder what will lie after I
can see an arm sweep laying out
my spine across a metal table
gently pointing probe
here and
here

“unfortunately the soft tissues
are gone
but we imagine the T2 FLAIR lit up
like the 4th
and his eyes
were wide
taking it all in”

“we imagine the reflection
in his glasses
cleaned with his shirt
motion and
colors
spill”

“we imagine it was here
in the empty part
there was
some
thing”