A cardio-vascular consultant

told me I had subtle abnormalities

of the heart: a tendency, possibly,

to soften too readily, be swayed

too easily, feed on fantasy, harden

like the Pharaoh’s; be of kings, of lead, of oak,

of darkness;  bleed for my country, belong

to Daddy; be a lonely hunter;

be displayed on my sleeve; be in my mouth,

in the Highlands, left in ‘Frisco, buried

at Wounded Knee; like Luther’s, who feared his

was like a ship upon a stormy sea

driven by winds from heaven’s four corners.

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  1. #1 by arthur kemelman - January 25th, 2012 at 17:06

    I very much enjoyed this poem, if for no other reason than the attitude it displays towards doctors and specialists and their too frequently pompous pronouncements.

  2. #2 by Tim Ellis - January 27th, 2012 at 12:36

    A witty appropriation of common expressions. Nothing wrong with using cliches if you can twist them to an original purpose like this!

  3. #3 by Howard Gardener - February 28th, 2012 at 18:53

    What’s even better is that I suspect this would go over the heads of most cardio-vascular consultants. Their territory is the purely physical, as opposed to your own – the lyrical.

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