It's that whole
sapien thing!
We think we have a
right
to immortality
and the animals
don't.
That we won't rot.
Something about
transcending
the flesh or
whatever.
What's this! The
god desire?
So what! we can
think, can read,
can gain
knowledge. Biggie.
The memory of
knowledge?
None. Memory has a self-editing tool
long before the
worms get to you.
©2015 Muriel Thumm
The Third Rail
Is close enough to touch
Should I? Dark and mysterious
Down here on the tracks
Wish I could be like the others
Smiling on the platform, some glum
But none taking the risks I take
Some call it reckless
But if it’s wreckless, no wreck involved
Then the risk is a gain
So where do you come in
Sad and reckless man
Will you join me on the third rail
Watch out for sparks
©2019 Muriel Thumm
I saw a young
scientist
at work today
and could see him
as an old man
tufts growing out
his ears. But
just the other day
I saw an old man
and, for him,
I erased wrinkles
firmed his jaw
muscles
and could see what
a fine-looking
young fellow he
had been.
What is my mind
doing
of its own
volition?
I didn't ask for
this second sight.
©2016 Muriel Thumm
I carried her suitcase
No, it was my suitcase
I never saw it again
My blue cloth coat was full
The girl in the drugstore giggled
When I asked directions
Her mother, the owner shushed her
Lorrie was in the Florence
Crittenton,
A home for unwed mothers
Her due date was approaching
We went to see the baby later
I brought it a present
She didn’t, just her big toothy grin
Life was like that for Lorrie
At least I thought it was
I was her friend
She went to see her biological mother
once
She didn’t have time for Lorrie
Ironing board up, kids running around
Barely acknowledged her
Lorrie left for Virginia with a sailor
I never saw my suitcase again
©2015 Muriel
Thumm
