What Would Wislawa Szymborska Do?

Was displayed in the James Whitcomb Riley Museum in Indianapolis.

Un-burn his flesh, return chips
of bone and teeth, powdery ashes,
like seeds in soil newly sown.
Reclaim his heart,
kidneys, liver, kindly return
the recipients their own.
Cross a line through the words,
He died, reclassify
Arteriovenous Malformation,
a work of fiction.
Tuck him back in his bed
to awaken from dreaming.
Create something out
of nothing, life from loss.
Isn’t that what poets do?