The Rounds

Walk walk walk, go to the printer, go to the fax, keep an eye on things. God knows this place would fall apart without you. God forgid we should all see each other's web surfing face-to-face. Face, they took the face, and the nose, and the jaw, from a cadaver, and put it on your face, where your face had been eaten away by a bomb blast, by a renegade pipe, a whirling machine, a dog's stomach. They put the dead face on your face and now you have to take pills, the pills keep the dead face alive, keep it from rotting off your face and rotting the rest of you off. The only thing worse is the gaping hole of medical tubes and wires and horror that is your face before you had this dead man's face on there. So now, maybe, in 10 years or so you might look not like yourself and not like him but like a blended version of both of you. The only question is, when they buried him did the coroner make a wax model of his nose and teeth and jaw and put it on his cadaver and if he did, was it a model of his face or a partial one of yours?