Heart Surgery
Eleven years ago despite my better self there was a residue
of Christianity lurking in my mind. in the morning a nurse
came around and gave me a blue oblong tablet, I swallowed
dutifully and continued to read from my collection of poetry
when I woke up six hours had gone and I had no recollection
and if the surgery had not been successful I would have been
none the wiser. The surgeon came, a pompous twit telling me
it had been touch and go. I thanked him for his efforts but was
pre- occupied by my total lack of any form of hereafter stuff.
Recently I fell off my perch, my wife called the ambulance and
I sensed death circling, but I had no fear. When, I got better
I sorted out my will I would not like to leave my wife penniless
this gave me the sense of freedom, as for my youthful sins that are
water under the bridge of a life of ribaldry.