Painkiller

PAINKILLER Death whispers: My darling, I am here You are not meant to persevere Broken bones and broken backs Will not be healed with pins and tacks The daily war with packs that freeze Will in a flash turn memories The pain that tears your guts and mind Will be a trail that’s left behind Her Life is sweet Or so it was Before a surgeon’s saw and buzz Before another surgeon’s plead I must repair small misdeed Mistakes will happen, d e a r, he quipped an actor even makes a slip you signed a waiver lawyer said the part where you might end up dead or maybe deaf or maybe blind but your left foot just drags behind and oh your little aches and pains look great in court---a money gain and so you’re really in good shape-- just a little stitch and tape He smiles a bit about the money to him it’s all a little funny sitting in his painless chair flicking back his painless hair He’s out the door and she’s alone turns off the lights unplugs the phone her body’s screaming : overload her nervous system drones: implode picks up a glass from tray by bed she curses all the dunderheads tongue curls disdain from metal taste But not a drop must go to waste And, as she waits sun slithers in Like a cat with milk on chin Just as she muses this fine day Could be her last on earth to stay From toes an elegance – an ease -- a bliss-- Relief—hurls echoes of God’s kiss