Found : unknown body

This broken heap of bones,
Pieces, piled on high stones,
They call this a body.
Look for the organs, the eyes,
The ears, the nose, the ties,
There are no ties. This is not a body.
This is a sarcophagus for a mummy,
The coffin of a bony zombie,
This is not a body.
       When it was touched, held,
       Worshipped, revered,
        It was a body.
       When it used to feel, was more than bones,
       Had organs that worked,
        It was a body.
       When it was loved, caressed,
       Made to feel infinite,
        It was a body.
Now it is just a pile of bones.
Stacked on rocks and little stones.
The stories etched on the greyness
Now fading, erodes
With time. This is not a body.
It is a mutilated piece of tragedy
That knew only the darkness cutting
Its last rivers of agony to that time bomb.
This was a body. It used to be called love.