Wednesday, 3 October 2007

Therapy

This alien machine, we are told
cures the worst diseases
with glowing magic dust.

We gather reverent, in awe
scoop up the shining powder
leaking from the metal,

rub it on our bodies
watch painful sores emerge,
but we are brave and know

this suffering is our healing.


In March 1984, in Juarez, Mexico a cancer X-ray machine was sold to a scrap merchant and ended up on a rubbish dump.


(Poem previously published in Spume Magazine)

6 comments:

Selma said...

I'm sure that X-ray machine is just one of the many hazardous things that end up in our rubbish dumps. I always fear for those children in Mexico and South America who pick through the rubbish dumps to survive. Just what are they being exposed to?

Crafty Green Poet said...

Hi Selma
Oh definitely! There's probably all sorts of hazardous things in there.

Visual-Voice said...

This is a wonderful offering ~ so very wise and true.

Clare said...

Hi Crafty Pink Poet! Powerful poem. It's astounding the things that end up in a garbage dump. You did an awesome job illustrating the dangers of this, with the "glowing magic dust" and "shining powder leaking from the metal" -- we and the earth are showing lots of "painful sores emerge" now. Well done.

Janice Thomson said...

Excellent Juliet. A powerful message you portray in these few lines. I wish more people understood this.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Thanks Janice

Clare - I thought of renaming myself Crafty Pink Poet for the month, but thought that might be too confusing! So thanks for doing it for me!