... seems an appropriate weekend to post this, though I have been struck by the thoughts herein before now. Based on fact, I think, according to a few things I've read, though I haven't Googled the medical side.

Apart from this, hope you've all weathered Halloween more-or-less intact! :)) I'm afraid I shall always be the spectre at the feast on this particular holiday as I hate Halloween, which is no big deal over here, but guess it might seem extraordinary over with you where it is more one Big Carnival. Believing, as I do, that all life is spiritually governed, it seems ludicrous to me to actively stir up more provocation for fear and unpleasantness than already exists, even if it IS only in jest. But maybe that's just me. Anyways, thought I'd just like to square that one, in case peeps was wonderin! Be well, people! :)) xx

BEHEADED


Words are the spoken
voice of the heart
so, if body from lips
is sundered apart,

if someone should take
that long-bladed knife
and, with it, seek to
end mortal life
by laying your neck on
a scooped wooden block
and with one flashing blow
deliver that shock
which severs your orb
to soiled basket below,
(yet your brain is alive
and continues to know),

in the two minutes it takes
before conscious is lost
what would you deliver
(without fearing the cost)
as they lift up your crown
by hair of your head
to prove to those watching
you’re now more than dead?

To whom would you speak
those last words before night
(aware of the faintness
that’s stealing your fight)?

Should they offer you up
served on sleek silver platter
what oaths would you curse,
what foolery natter?

Would you plains-peak some bile
to one that deserves it
or confess out your stains,
your soul to preserve it?

What secrets divulge –
loving, sacred or brave –
that otherwise die with you,
laid low in the grave?

To whom must you go,
craving pay-back or kiss,
before you depart,
head, heart, body,
to bliss?