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DEATH POEMS

These death poems form part of the literary miscellany THIS IS A PICTURE OF YOUR GOD: A HUGH COOK READER. There are also two other death-related poems in the book, one a praise poem for Saddam Hussein and the other an informed consent procedure for death.

Saddam is Guilty

Informed Consent Procedure for Death


The other death poems are consolidated in a section entitled DEATH POEMS, which contains the items listed below.

Page 353 — Part Six — DEATH POEMS. A selection of poems about death and dying, originally intended to be the core of a book of death poems, to be called THE DEATH OF BIRDS. Two additional poems were written for this series, item the poem, SADDAM IS GUILTY which is part of item thirteen, FLYING HIGH ON DRUGS, and item twenty-one, INFORMED CONSENT PROCEDURE FOR DEATH.



DEATH POEMS


Page 354 —
Item Fifty —
BEING DEAD


A breakdown of the basic deal. Maybe you were misinformed.

Page 355 —
Item Fifty-One —
THE DEATH OF BIRDS


Never read their obituaries, but birds do die. This is a look at the process.

Page 356 —
Item Fifty-Two —
THE CHEATED DAUGHTER


A father betrays his daughter. He has his reasons, of course. Men always do. Naturally, there is another woman involved. A number of other women, in fact.

Page 358 —
Item Fifty-Three —
RECIDIVISM


As a deterrent, the death penalty fails.


Page 360 —
Item Fifty-Four —
NINE MONTH PARACHUTE DROP


And what if the sentence is to be death, death guaranteed, no treatment on offer? I need a script for this, and, really, I need it now. So I can prepare for my death sentence. If that is what, in fact, is coming down the pipeline.

Page 361 —
Item Fifty-Five —
THE HAPPY PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICHES


Meantime, the world rolls on as usual, with the standard tragedies within it.

Page 362 —
Item Fifty-Six —
DYING WE CAN DO TOMORROW


Not if you are in the middle of a heart attack, obviously. Then your death becomes immediate. But one of the privileges of cancer is leisure. Time to sit around and drink red wine and eat chocolate. This, then, is a live life now poem, a seize the day poem.

Page 363 —
Item Fifty-Seven —
RED HOT TEARS


And there are moments ...

Page 364 —
Item Fifty-Eight —
WALKING AROUND MY CITY


The familiar experienced as defamiliarization.

Page 365 —
Item Fifty-Nine —
ICE CREAM BRAIN


A brain damage poem. If not death, then a siege, and ice cream city, quite possibly, no match at all for the besieging sun. The radiation has already made its impact. The enemy is already within the gate.

Page 366 —
Item Sixty —
THE BIG DOOR


Annihilation conceptualized: death as a big door.

Page 367 —
Item Sixty-One —
ON HIS  BLINDNESS


Visually impaired and, quite possibly, destined to go blind within the year. Blindness, if blindness, as a prelude to death.

Page 369 —
Item Sixty-Two —
MYTHOLOGIES


A product not, as far as I've noticed, to be found on the supermarket shelves.

Page 370 —
Item Sixty-Three —
THE EGOTIST DYING


The self-obsession of a dying man: death conceived of as an act of selfishness.

Page 371 —
Item Sixty-Four —
BLIND MEN CAN STILL EAT MARZIPAN


All is not lost.

Page 372 —
Item Sixty-Five —
KITES


Nostalgia, sorrow, loss.

Page 373 —
Item Sixty-Six —
IN THE LAND OF BIG BROCCOLI


In the land of big broccoli, in New Zealand, far from the winter in Japan, there is, amongst other things, broccoli.

Page 375 —
Item Sixty-Seven —
THE ACTIVE CHILD


Someone's daughter, not yet quite two years of age. Miss Energy Bundle, Miss Total Personality, death refuted by the instant.

Page 377 —
Item Sixty-Eight —
PROGERIA


Accelerated aging, a problem which is not ours. But there is a problem, my love.

Page 379 —
Item Sixty-Nine —
CORNFLAKES


The routine demands, and must be catered for.

Page 380 —
Item Seventy —
THIS WAR IN IRAQ


And all this other stuff, history, public events, the ongoing life of the world, given and to come, the future and the past — what exactly is that to me, right now?

Page 381 —
Item Seventy-One —
MY CONCEPTUAL SIEVE


Before death, dissolution. Working with a partial brain.




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