Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Ascorbate For Cancer - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

He walked into the conference,
confronted all too sudden by
the earnest decibels of intellect
and penguin-like tuxedos.

He had requested a brief consultation
with the two founders of the system called OM,
instead, the cream of smart society
had gathered here to celebrate itself.

No one remembered him at all,
most likely they were secretaries,
those gaping cleavages on black tuxedo knees,
and here he was, alone again, the fear of death his mate.

'A Johnny Walker, please. No ice',
the waiter smiled and hurried to the bar,
clairvoyant kindness left the sevenhundred mil
as if it were a potent elixir.

He did receive some courage then from Johnny,
and wandered to the centre of the hall.
With glassy eyes he started his strange plea,
'there is this cancer, gentlemen, so can you help? '

So, Pauling, Hoffer, Riordan, Hughes et al
first listened closely then the verdict was pronounced.
'You will most likely get an instant retardation,
while hoping cytostasis can be (help me) done.

Unless repression of the tumour's in the cards
you will not see the light of many carefree days.'
He'd hoped for more, of course, for something like a pledge,
instead they toasted with their handmade crystal glasses.

There was no whisky but a slightly milky drink.
It was the stuff that later saved the fellow's life.


Comments about Ascorbate For Cancer by Herbert Nehrlich

  • Linda Ori (8/19/2006 12:49:00 PM)

    Very interesting, and I hope not a personal account? I often dream cures for disease and wake up with words or ideas that I had never thought of before. I have a whole list of 'things' that I wonder may be cures, or just pipe dreams? Thanks for this very enlightening read - it's right up my alley! Brilliant, Herbert!
    Linda
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  • (1/27/2006 3:54:00 AM)

    I'll own up to not fully understanding this, Herbert. But I still like it, the set-up, the lead-up to the protagonist's casual yet dramatic announcement, and the portrayal of its flimsy reaction. Yep, I can just visualise all this. Kind regards, Gina. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 27, 2006



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