To All The Disciples Of Pain
come to me, for i will be your teacher
of pain, and lots of its kinds,
nuances and
variations,
come to me and i will teach you
how to dissect pain
identify its flesh and bones
muscle to muscle
cartilage to cartilage
nerve to nerve
to the tiniest cell of this pain
in all of us
we study this pain
we learn what is it really
this pain, like the way how we dissected the
frog nailed before us still alive
numbed & dead in chloroform
we see how the frog breathes
how we skin it how we see how it ceases
to have pain
after all is done
we throw the frog away in some trash can
after we have deprived it of its skeleton
bleached like a blank stare
we ask ourselves how do we
look at it eye to eye
without pity
as we prick it with a long shining needle
deep to its backbone
and then we remember
how pain dissipated in strong chloroform
how we ourselves inflicted it
without any feeling at all
now shall we blame ourselves
having pain ourselves when we ourselves love to inflict them
in frogs in mankind in the person that we also claim to love?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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