The Organ Donor... Poem by John Tansey

The Organ Donor

How do you pick yourself up and move on
After an intense, passionate love affair.

After you cut open your belly and
Pull pull the organs out, the entrails

And all that bleed. Yes, for you I was
An organ donor. And I placed them

In a Coptic urn at the foot of you and said,
“Look, this is all that I am, embrace it,

love it or despise it.” And if it be despised,
the affair, doomed, how do you

scoop it up and sew it all back together again,
re-animate one’s life like “Mary Shelley’s”

lovelorn monster, for, after all, it iwas purely
by accident that we ever come together at all!

Copyright ©2007 John Thomas Tansey