Chute Poem by Sergio Savioli

Chute



The first word
The first thought
The first step
Then scoot without a hoot
Down the multi coloured tunnel chute
Like on a fairground autoroute
Once born brace yourself

I no longer identify myself as human
I prefer to identify myself as cyborg
Said the refugee on the BBC
Try as I might something I can not confute

I do not hurry the long voyage
Nevertheless the trip is brief and acute
and solitary to boot
Before the Tonton Macoute pounce
Making me flinch and irresolute

What is there to grasp
Full understanding eludes
Only conscience attends
That is the absolute

Chute
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A swimming pool tunnel chute gives me the chance to consider my state, my existence. It may be similar to yours, only you can say. Visually, it evokes Hieronymous Bosch's 'Ascent of the Blessed' from 'Visions of the Hereafter', although here it's more of a descent. The cello playing came surprisingly easier than the words and gives the whole that accompaniment and intensity which it needs. Apart from my own introspections, the poem was inspired slightly by hearing and reading 'Ithaca', by the Greek poet, Konstantinos Kavafis; also by a bizarre phrase often heard on the BBC World Service; and finally by reading Nisargadatta Maharaj's 'I Am That'.
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