Before the Body

[wasellajam]

Hi, I appreciate the poem coming from a different viewpoint than the immediate conscious human experience. I'm reading it as the soul between bodies. Just a few spots that continue to elude me.

Before the Body

A soul is nothing special. Because I sleep through any noise, Strong opening statement.
they chose me for the bunker. The doctor ran a battery of tests I keep getting caught on bunker, it has led me to a pre-induction exam and early war death. This is a new thought as I again try to reconcile bunker.
to test my fortitude, plinking hammers at my knees, eavesdropping I love eavesdropping for its accuracy and distant invasiveness.
on my blood. At first she heard a murmur, but dismissed it
as stray gas. The vestiges of sin will follow you
through every life, and yes, I do regret that hot dog Fun lines, you might consider breaking on dismissed.
but I know my heart is stalwart. Birds approach
with tilted heads, unsure what kind of flower
I might throw around their necks. I greet them 
with my mouth held open, ready to be born.
I enjoy the ethereal quality of the end lines but am still pondering "held".

This poem has a great mix of grounding and floating, thanks for posting it.