poetic death
Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Mon, 06 Dec 1999 20:55:39 +0000
When Eurydice explores the fullness of her death,
I hope she will not be tempted to pursue her search
beyond the doors of the post mortem room.
The only fullness I ever encountered there related
to the extraordinary pervasiveness & sweetness of the smell
which arises from organs which are just beginning to decay.
What strikes one otherwise is the emptiness of everything:
the curious emptiness of abdominal & cranial cavities before
their freshly sliced contents are returned to them.
That & the determined vacancy in the facial expressions
of those present.
Scottie B.