I learned about Human Anatomy when I was seven years old. Not because I wanted to, but because it’s hard not to notice the body strewn all around the playground. Did you know that the small intestine is about twenty feet long? Learned that one when a mortar shell hit the local recreational center. Gallbladders look like pears if you tilt your head a bit. I wish for times when I didn’t know that a human heart was roughly the size of a fist, or that the eyes and tongues swell after one passes, but that’s the price of freedom I suppose. They get pats on their patriotic backs while us kids are left to play on bloody swing sets and sandbox surrounded by the corpses soon to be cadavers.
Trey Rhone is a senior writing and linguistics major from Augusta, Georgia. When he’s not writing poems about his dad, he enjoys listening to music (ask him about his funeral playlist) and playing video games. He wants to become a professor of creative writing with a focus in poetry.