My Friend Amygdala Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

My Friend Amygdala

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Oh yes, the bloomin' birds,
while sitting, sorting fancy words
from alleycats and moths
inside a haze of gray, I say
it was inevitable in a way.
The piece flew off the stick
and reached with force fifteen
the eye I really want to keep.
Confusion landed close nearby
bystanders asked (in earnest) WHY,
what saved the day, the mood the eye
from objects never meant to fly?
You think about your God Allah,
it was my friend Amygdala.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 28 January 2009

This is a great piece of writing. Someone I know is always talking about the Amygdala, and I thought it was like, the most esoteric of the brains parts (with maybe the exception of the pineal) and nobody knew it even existed. And then I found this marvelous poem that explains it very well.

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