Scoop Poem by Doug Lane

Scoop



I've just realized
that all these years
I've filed Mary Jo Kopechne
and Karen Anne Quinlan
in adjacent
trinomial
pigeon holes.

Sometimes
they trade places,
and Karen Anne,
ever patient,
lies on the riverbed
beneath the bridge
while Mary Jo,
still trapped
in Teddy's car,
strains wide-eyed
at her window,
pleading
with the nurses
for deliverance
from her watery
world.

It's time
for Superman,
played by Chris Reeve,
his powers
restored
at last
without
the aid
of stem cell
research,
to scoop
both girls
from limbos
not of their own making
and lift them
heavenward
to a paradise
they hadn't
dared
to imagine
but was
always there
ready
to make things
right.

Monday, August 31, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: deaths,deliverance
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written 11 October 2004, when the paralyzed Chris Reeve was still alive.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Denis Mair 31 August 2020

Anyone who can raise his own soul from limbo must be a superman. If he can raise his own soul, he can raise somebody else's. So the most fundamental way of raising souls is to expose a budding superhero to a higher form of energy. Unfortunately, that usually happens by freak accident.

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