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HAL SIROWITZ
Last Year's News
When I went to the headache doctor, father said, I noticed all his magazines were at least a year old. I didn't expect his waiting room to be as up-to-date as a library but if he cared about the mental well-being of his patients, he wouldn't be offering last year's news. There's a lot that can happen in a year – more than could happen in the forty minutes I waited for him – it must have been the season for migraines – but when I got into his office, my headache suddenly went away. I cured myself through a combination of aspirin and willpower. I didn't feel like taking last year's medications.
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A Breathing Carcass
Have you ever felt that you were at the bottom of the food chain? Why did God give us nerves to feel so much pain? Feeling those rigid jaws chewing, Nibbling my precious, unstylish body With claws that slash through my flesh The only sound is my screaming Becoming? A breathing carcass ¼ of myself is missing As the Earth lies there and watches The beast and I are silhouetted like two lovers in the murky shadows I'm dying But the pain does not cease The beast devours my body and all its wealth And I chant… I chant death Can you picture this torment? My body paralyzed, my mouth glutted with blood Only to cover my screams My screams…
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Some, bearing the good fortune to lie under the windfall of crosses, have only their names and earth to shield naked bones from leering tourists who sigh into your slipstream of ghosts, and depart, leaving your monument something only the Pleiades remember, an orphan late in coming.
Verdun, April, 1997
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