The Prognosis of a Passionate Man (Part VI) (poem)
By Luke Labern
What am I trying to trace?
I'm trying to dissect,
Almost like the autopsy
Of a living subject.
A lot of words are said,
A lot of rumour spoken
So here I outline substance
Not a hearsay surface token.
Success or failure? Superb or unethical?
A million others I'll never know:
Despite the difference of opinion
I think about both insult and compliment.
It might come as a surprise, but
I'm aware of both my strengths and my short-comings.
Assured confidence is simply my way
Of promising myself that death will
Equalise us all -- so until that time
I have no reason not to fight.
I'm trying to dissect,
Almost like the autopsy
Of a living subject.
A lot of words are said,
A lot of rumour spoken
So here I outline substance
Not a hearsay surface token.
Success or failure? Superb or unethical?
A million others I'll never know:
Despite the difference of opinion
I think about both insult and compliment.
It might come as a surprise, but
I'm aware of both my strengths and my short-comings.
Assured confidence is simply my way
Of promising myself that death will
Equalise us all -- so until that time
I have no reason not to fight.
And live life as if it was under my control.
A Poem,
Published 14 May 2012
Published 14 May 2012