Yesterday, 05:38 PM
(06-30-2026, 01:54 AM)matsunosuperfan Wrote: Before the Body
A soul is nothing special. … you’ve got my attention Because I sleep through any noise,
they chose me for the bunker. … the enjambment is just right The doctor ran a battery of tests
to test my fortitude, plinking hammers at my knees, eavesdropping
on my blood. At first she heard a murmur, but dismissed it
as stray gas. …. Lovely. Why? Realism and succinctness. The vestiges of sin will follow you
through every life, and yes, I do regret that hot dog … well, they warned you about the cholesterol
but I know my heart is stalwart. … this is where I have some difficulty. The subject is dead and yet thinks that he is not? That’s not so according to the last line Birds approach
with tilted heads, unsure what kind of flower
I might throw around their necks. …she’ll be pushing up the daisies. There’s a slight confusion of the chronology. This is after being dead and buried, but the subject is still in the morgue?
I greet them
with my mouth held open, ready to be born. …. Again, where exactly is the narrator? The poem is a logical puzzle at this point, and not in a controlled way, but I would overlook all that for this utterly beautiful last line