You Restart …
Wentworth Falls, New South Wales
In the pathologist’s waiting room,
I can feel the rising gloom.
I say torture and impending doom –
They take your blood – it makes you swoon.
A lady in a strange costume,
Asks, ‘Is that your name or non de plume?’
‘Are you nil by mouth, did you consume …
The demon meat or plants legume?’
You cast your fate upon the loom;
Can you feel your heart go boom?
How long before we reach the tomb?
How long’s it been since I left the womb?
I watch the phases of the moon;
Will the grim reaper come for me soon?
I catch my breath … now, to resume:
Life passes by at light speed – zoom!
So turn up the music at full volume.
Said Stanley, ‘Dr Livingstone, I presume?’
‘On another stray route do I assume?’
As you brush a dog, so you cat-a-comb,
But, to sweep your floors you need a broom.
Now winter’s here, we lose the bloom …
Of flowers; we miss sweet perfume.
But when I’m gone they won’t exhume …
My body: there’ll be smoke in dark plume,
Above the … heavens! The needle – watch me fume!
As at the mouth I froth and spume,
Like the Arab racehorse named Khartoum,
Whose head was severed … de-feathered, deplume…
Not a true story. No guts, no glory, ends this *pantoum.
*pantoum (also spelt pantun): form of verse.
Bio: You Restart is an anagram for A True Story. This is a retelling of James’ recent visit to the pathologist’s office to have a blood sample taken. These are the frenzied thoughts that went through his head!