Meaning

by

Jude Eydmann

This is not poetry, this is revelation.

Poet descends addicted, into the hush.
Scientist watches and spits into a test-tube.
Judith starts doubling over, looking towards a far off parapet.
Seven strangers one by one are falling from the parapet, each dying on impact.
An eighth stranger enters the arena.
The scientist puts his strong hand over the mouth of the poet.
And shows Judith the vision of the parapet so she cannot trust.
Slowly the poet struggles free from the grasp of the scientist
The poet trusts the eighth stranger.
The eighth stranger dies by falling from an even higher parapet.
The poet breaks down and cries.
The scientist carries Judith through her life and turns her head away from the parapet.
A ninth stranger enters the arena
The scientist hands over the broken body of the poet
And covers the eyes of Judith so she cannot see the parapet.
Despite not being gagged by the scientist, the poet is too weary to speak
Tired of bruises and disappointment, Judith remembers what she cannot see.
The scientist and Judith are not able to trust
So destiny is in the hands of the wounded poet who is being cared for by the ninth stranger

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