Un-peaced (version 2)
Hope Gordon
I cut off the top of my head
and fished around and around inside it
until I was finally free
My agonised mind scooped out of my body
and dumped on the carpet in tangled bits
Floating away, lovely and light
I left the whole damned mess
right there
My mind with all its horror
I left it there
with not one care
No brain to know my story
there were no heavy stabs of grief
no dragging memories of monstrous nights
And not one muscle
tensed
for fear flung flights
Oh the blessed quiet
of a body without a brain
There was not one sound to dread
No hate-filled words from me to me
and!
no screaming in my head
Yet, as I drifted lazy
with not a jot of care
my world faded to blank:
My skin did not feel the tickle of sun
tongue no longer spoke of ice cream
ears did not recognise Magpie’s tune
nor heed
the crack of thunder of that
storm this dream-afternoon
I could not sleep, I did not wake
Every second just the same
I was a wellspring of nothing
Emotionless
Life now meant
not a thing
There was not one cognition
and never a wish
to top me up with hope
I was just a deadly boring body
tumbling down
a dangerous slope
See, in my dream, somehow, I knew…
Without my tortured brain
all my pain indeed did cease