The Chapter

The Chapter

A small trickling meat of life

Is suspended in a double walled cooler box

And loaded on the back of a volunteer’s motor bike

He weaves through traffic

Moving quickly

Despite the weight of death

Contained by plastic and ice

Meanwhile she lies shaved, prone,

Covered in dye that proves she’s clean

Blood pressure as normal as it can be

Her pancreas is fucked

Type 1 diabetes


Whispered prayers of love

Spray up in his wake

As miles are left behind


She lies still

As he is Cardiff bound

Plastic gloves are all the rage

As surgeons don the necessary,

Egos ready

Points to prove,

To learners

Without ‘L’ plates

On their collective backs.

The biker hands over one medium sized plastic box

With double walls,

Received sternly by a short man

Wearing a white coat.

They both sign something.

Then both raise fingers to foreheads

Like Knights of olde with death in mind.

A whirr of the engine, off goes the fluorescent Knight

To find another soul.

My friend lies waiting

As the opera in her mind

Sees tragedy

At every bind.

I light candles when I can

And pray

In an atheistic way

For surely all love is love

And must find a way.

Much later…

Her sister flicks the paper over

Sliding fingers on a screen

Before the surgeon

With a masked face

Leaves the room

We wait….

And online,

Worries abound…


About shaysky

I'm very intriguing - message me and you'll know - (thinks to himself, "that must be more interesting than the last 'about me' I left"!!) - Well, I'm not that interesting, hope you like what I've written and if you do like it, please feel free to make a comment.
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One Response to The Chapter

  1. This is an amazing piece of writing. Keep going.


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