Imagine if you were ill and didn’t know about the pathogen that lurked within, keeping house, expanding its settlement, furnishing its living areas. This is how disease works. I heard about a young cab driver who is blissfully unaware that he is dying. All he knows is that bottles of his blood are being transfused and he has larger bills to pay. Since he is uneducated, doctors choose to tell him which hospital sections he ought to visit; they are saving the details of disease for a more obvious time.
This poem is about the intelligence of disease- a coloniser in a way, tearing away at new terrain, making inroads into flesh and a mockery of the source……
A plebian environment
I almost want to leave, imagine being on the brink
Thinking about a bundle of joy with pigtails. Oblivious
To the wilderness he must negotiate
When I tick with excitement and mutate in orgasmic frenzy.
I’m preparing myself if you like,
I’m wearing my best dress and accentuating my cleavage
His bundle of nerves unfrozen, pulsating still with dreams.
Pity and sighs for the prey! I’m sorry if you can not read.
A corporate giant maybe I understand
Natural disaster better, calamities we hold hands.
See me for what I am, you mindless cab driver
No more cat and mouse
Begin the fight-let’s see who wins.
© neelthemuse, 2012