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Thursday, September 1, 2005

The Death Of A Humane Society

It was a morning like any other.
A cloud from the South, a sparrow
sitting on the windowsill, eating,
the Postman, ringing twice next door,
a streetcar of desire screeching to a halt,
and the traffic cop attending to impatience,
and, at rush hour, his recurring boxershort creep.

Across the street the baker was yawning again,
that Yugoslavian woman dumping soapy water
out the window onto the busy sidewalk,
and the paperboy, aged seventy plus, hoarsely,
proclaiming that Nixon was the man to be watched.

From across the barely polluted river of Babylon
came a breeze of air, no not fresh air as such,
it brought with it an invisible cloud of doom,
which settled, like the sticky sugar coating,
applied to a jelly-filled donut, onto the city,
the country, and it swept the world from there,
its humble beginnings notwithstanding.

'Nonobstant' mumbled Monsieur Cazin,
French travel agent, occupying a round kiosk,
no one knew of course what exactly it meant,
and even the French teacher from the school,
he just scratched his head. But he also suspected,
it was more a gut feeling though, that something,
something awfully big was taking place, merde,
it seemed to fit, intuitively, and then, without warning,
time stood still, the earth stopped its rotation,
people's hearts stopped and not a breath was heard.

And when it all started up again, for reasons unknown,
the world as it was known had ceased to exist.
It was the day that claimed the word humane,
with all its meaning and substance, its noblesse.
The death of Humane Medicine was a twin of many
to the tragic loss of all that made us human beings,
not just people, but homo sapiens par excellence.
Herbert Nehrlich
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COMMENTS
Herbert Nehrlich1 03 September 2005
Thank you all, it is very much appreciated. And you are right Michael. And it is a crying shame. H
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Michael Shepherd 03 September 2005
For me, this impressive piece has its total impact three lines from the end. No need to point the moral! Congratulations and thanks.
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Theorem Thetruthserum 02 September 2005
Very good don't listen to Sarah Watson-Roy...even when she puts in a compliment it is with a negative overture. This was an awesome poem...loved it for all that it is and all that it says.
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Kelly Allen Vinal 02 September 2005
AMongst the best of your serious work, H. Simply wonderful.
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Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari 02 September 2005
Very moody, powerful, and thought provoking.....One of your best.
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Raynette Eitel 02 September 2005
This is powerful...but more than that, it is a very human poem. The little details delight...and the main message simply stuns. Wonderful. Raynette
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Herbert Nehrlich1 02 September 2005
Thanks Mary, it was written in response to yours. Best wishes Herbert
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Mary Nagy 02 September 2005
I thought it was a very good poem. You paint such a tense and foreboding mood...very good. Sincerely, Mary
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Herbert Nehrlich1 02 September 2005
That describes you if one wants to be nice. Why don't you visit the Eiffel Tower. It's a beautiful view.
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Sara Watson-Roy 02 September 2005
confused and awkward in spots- pretty good for you.
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