I feel like an antiquity
some relic from the past
crumbling at the edges
eroded over time
aging has arrived
There are fissures in my proud steel plated armor
once invincible
reality is bringing with it a heavy blow
it creeps upon you
like a stealth thief in the night
now you berate yourself
for being caught unaware
new words slip into your vocabulary
things like “possible stroke”
a litany of tests are conducted
let’s begin with a blood test
maybe a urine sample
we can schedule an MRI
is this a heart attack
there is a CAT or CT scan as it is known
what about the C word, cancer
let’s do an ultrasound
ff that doesn’t find it there is always
an endoscopy or colonoscopy complete with biopsy
the realization that life’s destiny is prevailing
is the end nigh
the relic you have become
looking at you in the mirror of life
Andreas Simic©
While the lens-man was busy
Discovering my gastric landmarks,
I looked up to a square sky through an oversized window,
A colonial leftover.
I squinted one of my eyes, pinched by no fewer than four gloves;
Three on my head and one on my face,
Covering half of my other eye.
And the sky, though square in shape, looked spectacular
When seen through warm tears.
A heavy cloud sailed across and
Vanished beyond the folded borders, then I saw
A falcon in the blue frame, with a picture of my woman in its claws,
And flew away, beating its wings triumphantly.
I struggled to cry out in vain, for
There was a snake in my throat.
Bird droppings hit the window glass.
The lens-man pulled out his one-eyed snake, and
The gloves too released me and turned themselves
Into white aprons with impish eyes.
Before I walked out of the wretched room,
I looked back and smiled,
For the undertakers and their snake
Didn't know I had stolen a poem from them
Which opened for me a door of utterance of my love
To my woman waiting outside,
Whose gentleness no bird can spirit away.
Never ending
Endoscopy.
Upper end
Endoscopy.
Lower end
Endoscopy.
Colon
Oscopy.
No end
Oscopy.
Which end
Is
Up sco py?