the light is on but no one is home

they do a brain scan on her
to try and finally find
out what the problem is.
they lie her down
on the big table
with a paper sheet.
the motor goes whirr
as it pulls her under
the big metal machine
full of bright light.
they look into her brain,
taking picture after
picture, but there's
nothing there,
it's an empty cavern with
only some small birds
fluttering about
from side to side,
but that's about it.
the light is on but
there's no one home.
there's no rational
thought, no guilt
or remorse no moral
compass. no empathy,
or emotional intelligence,
no sense of
self, of what's real,
or false. it's just a big
empty cage of nothing.
just birds. birds
fluttering about,
birds, that's all.