Hysterectomy

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Hysterectomy


Extracting parts

To be catalogued

For the sake of quelling

A verbal diuretic deluge

Of absolute lunacy

Hysterical rampages

Through queues of

Blank-faceless-faces

And empty voices ring

In my ears

Telling singular stories of

Wreckless “good-old-days”

Gone sweet bye and bye

Left knowing only life’s little secret

Whispered in an almost-drunken

Haze

Beneath my breath.

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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