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eda-thoughts-digest       Monday, March 20 2000       Volume 03 : Number 096




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  ET: guestbook session                              [RedWoodenBeads@aol.com]
  ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #95                 [RedWoodenBeads@aol.com]
  ET: Death on Easter                      [kara garbe <lakini@virginia.edu>]

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Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2000 00:13:52 EST
From: RedWoodenBeads@aol.com
Subject: ET: guestbook session

In a message dated 3/18/00 9:09:15 PM Pacific Standard Time, 
owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org writes:

<< Guestbook Session #3
 
 Never have I felt such pain,
 such loss,
 such joy,
 
 You are gone
 good bye. >>

Wow! that's brilliant!


Joe
your mother recognizes all your desperate displays
and she watches all her babies drift violently away
<A HREF="http://www.chickpages.com/musicmania/joepages">http://www.chickpages.
com/musicmania/joepages</A>

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Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2000 00:15:02 EST
From: RedWoodenBeads@aol.com
Subject: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #95

In a message dated 3/18/00 9:09:15 PM Pacific Standard Time, 
owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org writes:

<< Guestbook Session #8
 
 You said you wanted happiness.
 You wanted the little storybook ending.
 The kind where the women falls head first
 for an ignorent male who knows everything. >>

that sucks

Joe
your mother recognizes all your desperate displays
and she watches all her babies drift violently away
<A HREF="http://www.chickpages.com/musicmania/joepages">http://www.chickpages.
com/musicmania/joepages</A>

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Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2000 11:01:50 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time)
From: kara garbe <lakini@virginia.edu>
Subject: ET: Death on Easter

i feel a bit back in the groove... i wrote this this weekend, and i 
think it's much better than the last batch of crap i sent in 
(apologies for that). comments much, much, much appreciated.




Death on Easter

I

That morning, they pulled the plug.
I knew it even before I got the call. 
There just wasn't enough holding you 
to this world. Sister, brother, grandkids. Wife.
They tried to save you 
with needles and pills and surgeries,
cutting off first your right leg
and then your left, at the knee and hip.
The doctors amputated each anchor to life,
clipping your wings even while giving you new ones,
taking you somewhere better 
that I long ago was forced
to stop believing in.

We knew you would not survive 
even if you had been able 
to open your eyes that morning.

II

One more mark on the tally sheet
of funerals I've attended, and other ones 
that I couldn't make it to.
Two uncles, a grandfather, an aunt, a brother,
a friend's father, two more mothers.
I can measure my age, can mark milestones
against visits to funeral homes and graveyards,
tears shed into my shoulder
and words I never could find
to comfort myself or those fighting deeper loss.

Does this mean that I know what it is to die
or what it is to live? All I learned
is what it is to be left behind.

No one really ever survives unscathed.

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