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Hemorrhage
by Karen E Peace

Saturday, April 19, 2008
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Hemorrhage

 

They found her

face-to-the-tile

in the restroom.

 

Breathing still

Heart beating still

And still, still so still.

 

What they really found

was not her, I feel.

 

I visited what they found today

At the hospital.

 

For convenience and courtesy

I shall call what they found

Her, still.

 

Leo said last night blood poured from her nose.

I envision her brain swimming in it.

Drowning.

 

The body gasped and choked.

A nurse applied suction.

Why is she on her back? I wondered.

 

I talked, in case perhaps she could,

from the tomb of coma,

Hear, still.

 

I told her it was OK to go,

that she need not fear,

and that the Blessed Mother

would enfold her in Her arms.

I wondered if I was lying.

 

I sang her Mary songs,

Recited the Hail Mary in her ear.

 

The nurse, who had very clear compassionate eyes

Said my singing calmed her patient.

 

Death or a life without sentience are the two options now.

I watch her gasp and choke, then snore.

 

And I put myself in her place.

A place I never wish to be.

 

Would I, I wonder, have the courage to end it for her?

I mean, what if it goes on and on and on with no change?

Just a thought experiment, for the record.

But one cannot but wonder about these things,

confronted each as we all are,

at one time or another,

with our own Her.

 

I wondered about life and death,

life after death and living death.

 

Realized many of my sentimental

and comfortable notions

were deserting me, post-haste.

 

When I was a child, I had a play telephone

with a recording in it.

 

It frightened me so much

they had to remove the recording

before I would play with it.

 

Because I knew this phone was wrong –

I knew about phones, real ones,

but this phone was scary.

Because it looked like a phone,

and behaved like a phone,

but (horror, vertigo!) there was

no one on the other end.

 

 

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Reviewed by Lavendar Jazz 4/23/2008
This was deep... I enjoyed every moment. I pray that people will write living wills so families and friends don't have to make or think about these types of choices.
Reviewed by Michelle Mead 4/22/2008
Wow. This is intense-and amazing.
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 4/19/2008
You have written a thought-inciting poem, Karen. You provide much substance for reflection. Thank you. Welcome to AD. Love and best wishes,

Regis
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 4/19/2008
Powerfully penned poignancy, Karen, very well written. Reminds me of Anne Sexton, in a way -

"... But one cannot but wonder about these things,
confronted each as we all are,
at one time or another,
with our own Her ..." <---there's the rub - uncomfortable reality

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.



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