John Grey, “The Life I Lead”

One man jerks out both eyes

as if to say, I will not see

what you want to show  me.

A woman yanks off her fake  leg.

She will not walk with me  to

where it is.

There’s children who  lift

the roof of their  heads,

exhume the brain,

so that, even in the presence of

what I display to  them,

their senses will make no  connection.

But how am I to avoid  it,

willed as it is to  me.

Eyes and brains and  limbs

are not the offenders  here.

Nor can I rip away my  ears

to ignore the  invitation

or twist my nerve  ends,

short circuit each  sensation.

In other words, this is what I  am.

Tear free the  clapper

and it’s still a ringing  bell.

John Grey is an Australian born poet who works as a financial  systems analyst. Recently published in Bryant Poetry Review, Tribeca Poetry  Review and the horror anthology, “What Fears Become”with work upcoming in  Potomac Review, Hurricane Review and Pinyon.


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