The bottom bass drum throbs*_*_*_*
catching its reverberating rhythm…echoes in your bones.
Pangs wail unsteady*by back-feed screams**nails scratch black slate.
Rips jagged jerks
muscle movements spasm
---and tense-letting briefly a sense
-a single gasp, a breath- before coming through.
(Inside again),
trembling upon return inevitable cool rushes waterfalls through hot veins
hit icy boulders,
white raging waters--direct and dictate
the dermal, thermal, rising
skin, pouring forth
in urgency of some release!
A pressure valve, a double boiler, the kettle calls black______***
incessantly nagging in angry notes.
(I can only whisper in whimpers)
Struck- dumb, now-I refrain somehow
unable to take any more
-pain.
-pain.
Composed 9/9/15.
Image of painting By Sir Charles Bell [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Patient suffering from tetanus.
