Lawrence Beck Poems
No Strong Feelings Either Way
Five days hence, I'll go into a hospital
To have a doctor wire a device to me
Which is designed to thwart the better
Judgment of my heart. The old thing
Tells me I should die. The nag that I
Soon will receive will goad my heart
Back into beating when it stops,
And says it's done. What's the opinion
Of the mind, stay or go, let fate play
Out, or do as we're all doomed to do
These days, hang on at any cost?
It can't decide. It's satisfied with what
It's done, and willing to say, "Fine, it's
Over, " but it's not averse to being
I like it here. It can't be home, but I'm
At ease at last within this realm of
Pumpkin-colored rocks. There is no
Sound, except the wind. A river rushes
Silently a thousand feet or more below.
The sky is huge and wholly blue.
The sun is not yet fiercely hot.
There are no other humans near.
There are almost no signs of life,