The Sphinx Is Not The Only One That Had Its Head Damaged Or The Things We Do For Love (Or Lack Thereof) Poem by Joe Rosochacki

The Sphinx Is Not The Only One That Had Its Head Damaged Or The Things We Do For Love (Or Lack Thereof)



Like walking in the rain and the snow when there's nowhere to go
When you're feeling like a part of you is dying,
(Recorded by 10cc)

I wonder if this Egyptian man received 10cc’s of painkiller when he drew his knife,
His family objected when he fell in love with a lower class woman;
-he wanted to marry her; make her his wife
The gent came from Lower Egypt near Luxor,
Once a domain of Pharaohs and Queens; it is now for the poor.
Despite petitioning his father for permission to marry,
Over two years, his father would have none of it,
As far as the idea for a wedding, it was dead already; ready to bury.
The young man did a ‘Lorena Bobbitt’ on himself,
Maybe he figured one day science could reattach it; it could stay on a shelf.
A sort of mummification process
No less,
The wound was not superficial,
“After unsuccessfully petitioning his father for two years to marry the girl, the man heated up a knife and sliced off his reproductive organ, said a police official.”
The obelisk that would once stand to impregnate his future to be wife was no more, nor would it impregnate any wife at all,
He would get back at his family; no grandchildren they would adore.
A permanent form of birth control was the message he sent,
To his father and his family,
“The man was rushed to the hospital, but doctors were unable to reattach the severed member, the official added, citing the police report filed after the incident.”

Maybe the young man will put his other head in a canopic jar,
The Things We Do for Love is not just a song from above,
It is very real.
In his life, the 25 year-old ‘semi-gelded’ Egyptian, love is an apparition.
Through poems and lyrics, plays, books, and movies; love is expressed from afar.
For this young man, who demonstrated his love for a woman who was frowned upon,
Chivalrous maybe, but a Cialis, Viagra or a Smilin’ Bob advertisement is out for him.
His future in paternity looks rather dim.
His father would know.
I doubt if I will see him on the Jerry Springer or Maury Povich Show.

(6-2-09)

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