The Organ Donor
How do you pick yourself up and move on
After an intense, passionate love affair.
After you cut open your belly and
Pull pull the organs out, the entrails
And all that bleed. Yes, for you I was
An organ donor. And I placed them
In a Coptic urn at the foot of you and said,
“Look, this is all that I am, embrace it,
love it or despise it.” And if it be despised,
the affair, doomed, how do you
scoop it up and sew it all back together again,
re-animate one’s life like “Mary Shelley’s”
lovelorn monster, for, after all, it iwas purely
by accident that we ever come together at all!
Copyright ©2007 John Thomas Tansey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well a lovely poem about the hurt that once can feel when we lose in love...lovely write :)