Bearing the Naked Inevitability
"Why is it," I recently said, "that I keep my body hidden from view all its life, except in darkness with my wife?" But only to have some medical staff look at it, poke at it, pick at it, and cut it open when I’m dead! The thought of me lying there on the slab, cold and bare, with medical eyes doing their post-mortem, and looking at my forlorn face, jelly belly and hairy bottom. Dead or alive, to me the mortuary is an uninviting place! I don’t want this spectacle to happen. The problem is that they won’t listen. "Leave John’s body alone you medical crowd!" my departed spirit will scream aloud. "On this earth he did his best. Now leave his body alone and let it rest."Greetings readers. On British television recently, we had two programmes called ‘Silent Witness’ and ‘A Life of Grime’ showing scenes of dead people at mortuaries. The thought of me lying there one day filled me with a kind of indignation and prompted me into poetic action. Written March 7th, 2002 © on Mar 07 2002 09:22 AM PST 18 • 16 • 14
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