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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
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