LIVING DANGEROUSLY
reaching into a chest cavity
he wrenched out the beating heart
drums crescendoed in the flaming night
faces crowded in with tribal eyes
falling back in a profane festive dance
strange lights swung high arcing down
in a careening conglomeration
waves of gore became a river to cross
an unspecified far bank
sensed but unseen
forbidden, unclean.
A window offers in a percolated light.
Strangely awake now
his arms feel detached, inlets
for emergency tubing
a feeling of disconnection.
Someone approaches slowly
with medical sensory equipment
now he can do no wrong.
raypool
Wed 13th Sep 2017 16:23
Thanks for commenting David. I quite accept on re-reading the poem that it poses more questions than maybe it should, and therefore falls short of a satisfying read. I suppose I "filmed" it in my mind. It can be a dangerous area in poetry I think to stray too far away from the blueprint. Two into one doesn't necessarily go! I respect you and Colin as you know and your honesty is a worthwhile thing mate. Your assessment was accurate neverthess.
Charlie and Desmond additionally glad you pressed the like button!
Ray