We keep secrets
Code see
Concrete body
Jello centred soul
Words like ouch and anxious
You know
To hollow us out
To stitch us up
To help corrode our soul
She claps happily
But concrete fluff cannot be blown away
She claps happily
Soulless food
Dry bread
Yellow cheese
It makes us gag
Like we are being swallowed
The meal we need is in our bag
We can just eat it
Like we do at home
My soul
And I honestly can’t say why
I say
Because we are not allowed to be
Because we are not allowed home
We turn it into sugar
Spit it on the dry bread
Screw it up like ruined paper
I think
Inside
But this is fun enough
We keep secrets
Code see
But you will never kill what you cannot know.
I find this piece a bit perplexing, but I am not sure...the words sound good, but I am afraid you can kill what you do not know...maybe and not even know you are killing. Are you saying we are dying, you see us, you do not know we are dying? Or does it even matter? As always a wonderful write....oxoxoxxo
ReplyDeleteI think I am perplexed Annell so no doubt that's how it reads...as to what I'm saying...I think me and Alice our protecting ourselves and our souls keeping them secret so no one can steal them...xo
DeleteThe last line is a killer - it pierces through all above it.
ReplyDeleteThank you J Cosmo...I think you just got to the point....thank you very much
DeleteThe jokey way you wrote this belied the horror behind the words. I wrote mine straight, and it is not nearly so effective as yours.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Viv...what a lovely comment..
DeleteThis painted the scary bits so beautiful. I love the tone of voice you use. Inspiring!
ReplyDeleteThank you Karishma..what a lovely way of describing it
DeleteMany of us who have had their fill of hospitals will have nightmares that will never go away. I am sorry that you too are in this club. But just who cares?
ReplyDeleteThe people that matter care....and they are always there through thick and thin...thank you a old Egg
DeleteThey make us eat
ReplyDeleteSoulless food
It makes us gag
Like we are being swallowed
Why don’t we just spit it out
The meal we need is in our bag
Aptly described what hospital food is like! Good food but might make them more sick in fact! Wonderful write Jae!
Hank
Thanks Hank...anything you are made to consume against your will is bad for the soul..food or otherwise...
Delete"You cannot kill what you do not know"
ReplyDeleteI think that is why some societies still maintain the practise of "secret names." If you do not know my name, you cannot harm me.
One More Whirl with Basho
Quite....although you can share it with people you trust...thank you Magical
DeleteI hope we still have a choice what to eat in the hospital stay...
ReplyDeleteChoice in many thing is not always a given..particularly in hospital..thank you humbird
DeleteWow. The under current of your poem is horrifying and so true.
ReplyDeleteI have to admit though, it pays to have friends in the nutrition department. (Head of our local hospital's nutrition department goes to my church)
It pays to have any friend in hospital..thank you kindly Breaktime
DeleteFor me, your writing always takes me down numerous associative paths and I can meander for days with all the thoughts and memories you bring to the fore. You can never be accused of serving up soulless food my friend, and I thank you for that and this endless feast of images and words. I most heartily agree that what we are forced to consume against our wills is destructive to the soul. Thank you for that as well...
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Thank you too Elizabeth...for everything...every morsel of understanding which really fills up my soul
Deletecreepy poem, make you want to avoid hospital. Gee what hospital are they in anyway ;)
ReplyDeletehttp://thequietone.net/2014/09/13/green-jello/
The psychiatric type - and yep all of them are creepy in very many ways...thank you Cathy
DeleteThe thought of a jello-centered soul.....wow, great imagery to add to the veiled darkness of this piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you cc I am glad the darkness seemed veiled....I tend to walk around under a black cloud hat! ;)
DeleteAnother Alice ... instead of going through the looking glass is carted down a hospital corridor, dark and fearful ... haunting, I feel like I'm inside the soul of a child ... living through horror and magic, in a world where one isn't anything but a "thing" to be observed, poked and reduced to near non-existance, saved by a secret code, "They" - cannot know ... which saves from being consumed..
ReplyDeleteI can't say anything more than thank you so much for seeing the real picture...thanks Georgia
DeleteOh no...what can I say...I'm so sorry this has happened...hang in there....Please take care of yourself .
ReplyDeleteDon't worry Rallentanda it's a day one so get to come home at night and play with Alice - thank you though...it's still bloody awful...but I am setting myself a five fuck you limit to each day (not you of course!)
DeleteWhatever you do don't say in French. It makes people want to kill you ! Chortles !
DeleteO, Jae, This is potent. I especially love this part:
ReplyDelete"You cannot kill what you do not know
We keep secrets
Words like ouch and anxious"
I can relate to that on a sublime level.
Pamela ox