Sunday, April 4, 2010

Day 4

Delayed Response

You may write me a requiem.
You may sing me a song.
You may write me a poem.
You may send my parents flowers.
You may announce you always loved me.
You may sculpt a statue.
You may send my husband a card.
You may write my sister a letter.
But until you can see
the reality of you and me
Please,
Do not come to my funeral.



Partly Human

They were once the only human.
The person we knew and loved
is now broken bits of speech
and half-machinery.
Partly synthetic.
Fuzzy receptions.
They are partly edible
and have had morsels eaten from them.
Revealing the bite marks.
They have lost their totality
they have been stripped and peeled.
They have changed
They have changed
They have changed
They have changed
They have changed
They are different.
They are different.
They are different.
They are different.
Partly.
But we
press on, in love with the
undying retentions.
The pieces we identify with
the skin.
The teeth.
The bone.
And that reaction, why,
That is also
Partly Human.
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2 comments:

  1. WednesdayRainApril 15, 2010 at 9:13 PM

    Not sure what you're meaning by the first one but "But until you can see
    the reality of you and me
    Please,
    Do not come to my funeral" is really powerful for me...

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  2. bttrflyscarApril 16, 2010 at 7:26 PM

    I am with you there, sister. lol.

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