Decided on a new use for my lampshade top:
as a pink rose-patterned cover for a cushion,
so much better than wearing it resembling a
walking curtain; with my beloved deciding to
succumb to his nerves & sleeping so much,
I watch disfigured cancer patients on TV
Parts of their faces gone, reinforcing a cancer
surgeon's refusal to undergo treatment when,
in his turn, he was diagnosed with cancer 'All
those years, he declared, I'd cut people up,
removed eyes, noses, jaws, caused them a
constant embarrassment & pain yet seldom
Prolonged their lives beyond 5 years of misery
due to radiation - just adding them to a list of
'successful' statistics, not divulging many died
after 5 years meaning their treatment was just
unnecessary pain; I reject prolonging length of
my life at the cost of quality and I'm sorry for
What I did to patients' his words ringing in my
ears & since I believe consciousness endures
beyond this life, I have my own ideas regarding
use of medical science to force people into the
role of helpless victims & I shall take my own
counsel when proposed interventions threaten
My happy decision to move out of this life into
the astral or any other ethereal dimensions...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think wandering off in the forest is just fine...