Strange how we use the word carcass. Primarily for animals and insects. Birds picking at a squirrel’s carcass. A spider’s carcass pressed against a wall. Normal in every day vocabulary in these contexts. What do I call him. The small body no longer breathing. Never taking one breath outside of me. His carcass is small in the glass bassinet. The word is harsh but I can’t think of another. He is a carcass now, picked over, pressed against a glass wall. Stillborn. Cold words. There he is frozen in his icy casket of glass. I wonder if I will ever unfreeze.