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Your Body as a Temple
by James Shammas (Age: 44)
copyright 05-06-2006


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
-- for John

You were the caregiver on the other end,
Your body lying on a borrowed bed,
Pipes and tubes and lines and drains
Sticking out from here and there,
Every pore an opening, spitting
Pus and blood and piss like rain
As the uncooperative Staphylococcus
Seeded all of you. Though your body fell,
Your therapist ears were pricked,
Surrendering the rest to an assembled team
Who didn't know they'd offer up themselves
The way they did-- unconsciously and comfortably,
Like it was part of the job:

The burnt-out nurse whose daughter hit the road,
The divorced doctor on his way to rehab,
A student, a tech, the Spanish-speaking girl
Who brought your tray each new and loaded day
You somehow filled with pure potential,
Hope and wit, a simple state of acclimated being.

You heard them through the pungent portals,
Where what they sucked and drained
Seemed raised as gifts of offering,
Transformed on a floating altar
Of receptive ears and supple minds,
In full aquiescence and total trust.

You heard them amid your
'How do you do' and 'Have a great day';
You made it collective..., the healing,
The freedom to laugh, to listen and talk,
To escape in the wisdom of no escape,
Among the faces faced throughout the day.

Strange, how it all still works--
Your body on the mend, and we,
Back from our shifts, refreshed
After one night of taking care of you.


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01-31-2007 Christina Johnson    

Very good poem I give you a 4 because your talking about your personal life. At your work between your home life and work life I think that you need to work on it a bit more. Just keep working on it some more but I think that you need not talk about it your personal life at work.



07-21-2006 Richard Reed Jr    

You bring it right home to me. The guys who go through hell daily, without thought of accolades,
without thought of themselves or who I am, good or bad and so on. They do it because they do it and the reward is the doing of it.

Thank you for this write and for giving me these insights.


05-09-2006 Regina Pate    

I don't know how you do it everyday, make a career out of other people's misery making it your own. When you tell them what to do after surgery and they don't do it, does the pain stick with you? How do you release your need to care for them after you just saved their life. What happens when all that pain of other people builds up in you so much you don't know how to feel or why you feel that way. Do you every forget who you are, and wonder where you went. I know I ask alot of questions and have no question marks but I am fastinated, absolutly, fastinated, Great write, good job, thanks,


Regina


05-07-2006 David Pekrul    

I won't say this was a pretty read, but it does make one appreciate all the work done by medical teams. I always said I couldn't be a doctor because you see so much that is not pretty (although I did just get a part-time job in a funeral home, but somehow that seems a little different). Good write, as written by one who is there.


05-06-2006 Kimberly Murphy    

Very different..I must say. Good write though..Kind of speechless. Deserves more attension.

Kimberly


05-06-2006 Kimberly Murphy    




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