dr_con Posted September 7, 2012 Share Posted September 7, 2012 The Illusion of Permanence In the morning when I hammer my soul back together after the gossamer wrecking crew has dismantled everything held dear piled the remains in invisible heaps for night scavengers to find and pick through ‘O yes here’s his heart it’s well used but mostly servicable probably get some more care out of it if you squeeze it real good- Be careful it ain’t a 20 something devil-may-care but mostly is just surprised what love and lust it could provide for wild-eyed little boys with dreams of adventure Blame this soft thing Look the brains are mostly mush but with long fibers as tough as steel All those borrowed ideas ripe to rot in no time flat It really needs a good cleaning But what matters more is what’s down here in the root cellar the ground of great worth At the first sign of stirring a sound of wet glistening an upwelling as the spring breaks the dull earth they stop this pretense of anthropology and gather Look Look Two legs a spine some scars serving as map of assumption Well Done A nose and two eyes and ears to go with them Well we hope it’s happy with this chosen lot I thank Gods for coffee and the warm blows of a single sun Listening to the birds and dawning insects I’m glad we decided which one to be today. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted September 8, 2012 Share Posted September 8, 2012 An excellent insight Doc. People arrive at hospital units via different routes and take for granted the dedication,skill and responsibility of overworked medical professionals. The gowns and masks are rarely perceived as personae (except in t/v. medical drama). In these days of spare part surgery and health insurance it's still prudent to believe that “prevention is better than cure,” although how many would wilt at those scathing words, “If you don't care about your own well-being, why the f**k should anyone else!” Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted September 9, 2012 Share Posted September 9, 2012 Hi Doc, a fascinating poem investigating the nature of mutability and mortality. What is an individual life worth and how is it measured? I want to return to this one and speculate on the nature of these scavengers (plural!), experience your guided investigation. Will commment again if something else surfaces. - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fdelano Posted September 9, 2012 Share Posted September 9, 2012 Boy, Doc, this one hit me in the gonads. I have already donated my crappy remains for the witless interns to cut up into usable parts; why would I care? Some good may come of it. My decision was based on purely economical terms. I am not religous and don't want to burden my family with all the foolish and barbaric rituals to feed an an undertaker's coffers. I don't care about the crap after, just the agony of getting there. Besides, they pay all the expenses and even send ashes in a nice little urn. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted September 12, 2012 Author Share Posted September 12, 2012 Many Thanks all! Interesting the readings this is getting- Believe it or not 'medical professionals' never occurred to me while writing this;-) Thanks All! DC&JJ Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted December 7, 2012 Author Share Posted December 7, 2012 And now for the next Vid-Om based on this piece;-) Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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