There are days when getting up is no
remedy. So why bother? The door won't
open. When I push through, I slip
on the muddy floor and smash my head.
In class, the teacher startles me:
'OK, that's good. Now get all the vomit
out. Don't be squeamish.' Then, he goes
to another student. I cradle my smashed
head. It's going to be a month of hospital
visits. Will it be as bad as before? Much
worse, my hurting head says. Already the news
tells us, the decent fighter lost. He hurts
bad. Slick men with gold in their teeth
targeted him. He fell like mist. What had
he hoped to remedy today? And now puny rain
falls where he fell, not far from where I fell.
You know its stench - There's no remedy.
(based on an idea by Vincent Poson)
Was it after a funny party at school? Grown ups are always more cynic.
I read it with much muse and fun.. Well selected diction and good organization. God bless you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is it a new tendency in poetry to cut off the verse ''no//remedy'', vomit//out, hospital// visits, hurts//bad, rain//falls, much//worse ? In classical poetry one never finds the phaenomenon.In Homer for example, I think, it is only once the case met.