My New Goodest Poem ( Archived) (2)

The Last Time I Saw a Man
Bound Up a Stairway

The Surgeon played a little game
He called it “Be the First.”
Since start, not outcome, augured best
Slow gamers might be coerced.

He welcomed players like some spider
Picking morsels from her net
The patient, beyond set and game
Need show no benefit.

Laurels bestowed in Medical journals;
The world lay at his feet—
Yet the means to this end meet the ears of but few,
The half-truths and outright deceit.

The unseen opponents are vanquished:
Covetous peers gnash their teeth.
While unheralded, a grief-stricken family
Bear the thorns of a funeral wreath.

Martin O’Connor©




A little verse that doesn’t fit

Former bounder by the day, once prodigious of step
Thundering, the hillsides shook, beside him Man’s Best Friend.
Even was their footfall paired, harmonious in set
Now impediment gives falter, a dissonant quintet.