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Phyllis P. Colucci

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Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Politics)

 

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            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”.  (Spillwords Press / Spillwords.com Submission - 2/21/2024) (Photos from "Pinterest")

 

                      Politics

Untamed lions massacre the earth

and soon the flesh, blood and bone of Man

will be no more than a past civilization

…and where is the lion tamer?

Have the lions turned on their Master

or has their Master run away in fear?

 

Destruction has stretched its tentacles

across this once beautiful Land

As the Master remains in hiding

While all is gone with nothing left to savor

And untamed lions prey on one another

 

The earth seems at an eerie rest now

Blanketed by “sounds of silence”

Tainted by the stench of death among the ruins

We can hear an echo through that silence

An echo of a burnt nation’s battle cry

With drums beating in unison

in the corners of our mind

Faded images of rotted corpses

Musty odors and dampened soil

Gun powder and scattered grenade shells

Memories and Horrors of “our” War

 

The ailing fields climb high and low

Beneath a raging sky

King Neptune orders his powerful seas

To rise and cleanse the earth; far and wide

 

The water flushes out all decay

But the sea and sky no longer kiss

They just fade into a lost horizon

And with barren lands, must co-exist

 

The end is here for a second round

Minus Noah and his Ark

No one has been saved this time my friends

No animal, no human of any kind

The earth has grown cold and dark

 

This was not written in the “Good Book”

This was never meant to be

It was not in God’s great plan

This was once the Land of the Free

 

Yet we chose to bathe in self-destruction

Caused by “We the People” – Yes, You and Me

Political foes of this great land

Many too hateful and corrupt to see

The choice of Communism or Freedom

-  Are you strong enough to stay

-  Or ignorant enough to flee?

(AS POLITICAL FOES, WE HAVE A CHOICE TO MAKE... DO WE LET OUR ONCE GREAT NATION FALL TO COMMUNISM? DO WE STAY AND FIGHT FOR FREEDOM AND OUR BEAUTIFUL AMERICA? OR DO WE FLEE, AND ABANDON OUR COUNTRY? I THINK MOST OF US KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT. FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT, YOU AND FUTURE GENERATIONS WILL PAY THE PRICE. )

The "Cremation" (FLASH FICTION)

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        “Cremations” can be controversial; thought I would spin a quick story (Flash Fiction) around it. In this piece, a step-mother makes a decision to cremate her recently deceased husband, with little concern for her husband’s biological son’s feelings about this; adding to an already complicated relationship. 

The “Cremation”

                          

                You died today. When the decision was made to place you into hospice, we knew the doctors could do nothing more for you. Your lungs and heart gave out. You could no longer swallow, eat, speak, move or breathe. The end was near. We all followed the gurney down to the Hospice Unit, and waited. We did not wait for you to get better; we waited for you to pass on because that was the only place left for you to go today. We did not expect it to happen so soon. We stayed there looking at your lifeless body, as you struggled to breathe with the normal oxygen tube that once kept you alive. It was no longer helping. Nothing was. You were there to finish out your life in comfort; not to be treated. There were no more treatments left to extend your life…We were so tired. It was a long and trying day. We decided to go home, since the timed shots of morphine helped you relax, brought you comfort, and made you breathe easier. That was a small miracle in itself. You fought a long, hard, courageous battle…We expected to come back the next morning to sit with you again, even though you most likely would not know we were there.  However, it was not in God’s plan. You passed away peacefully, several hours after we left you. There were no more tomorrows.

            On the day you died, we also learned that “She” planned on having no viewing for you at the Funeral Home, and no church service or burial. “She” planned on having you quickly cremated with plans to take you back with her to her own country once “She” sold the house you shared together. Your final resting place would not be in America alongside your parents in a mausoleum, where we could visit you; it would be in her country. “She” shared this information with us in a room filled with family members, including me and your Son, our Son, as doctors prepared us for your imminent death. Our son and I were shocked at this decision. “She” consulted no one and had no compassion for the family members sitting there as well, listening to this; no compassion for your Son, our Son. Yes, as his wife, perhaps “She” had the right to make that decision. However, “She” did not have the right to callously make a decision like that without at least mentioning it to your Son, our Son, privately or before this day happened.  With little decency and no compassion, “She” instead allowed it to come as a shock to him. Sometimes you learn more about who people really are at the most intense, strained and emotional times in life.

            As it turned out, “She” had a change of heart, I guess, and held a viewing at the Funeral Parlor for just three very short hours. We were all in attendance. Your friends, and all other family members, had the opportunity to attend as well to say a final good-bye to you. Perhaps “She” did it for your family. I will give her that. “She” did not do it for your Son, our Son. She did not discuss the arrangements with your Son, our Son,  at all. “She” went ahead and did it her way with other family members to assist her. Sadly, “She” did not involve your Son, our Son, at all. There was no church service, but a priest did come to the Funeral Home for a short prayer service. That following Monday, you were cremated. It was private, and no family members attended. Perhaps it was too hard to attend. Perhaps they were not in agreement with her decision to cremate you. Your Son, our Son, did not attend either as he was not in favor of his Dad being incinerated. He did not want to be a part of that. We did expect “She” would attend the cremation along with her biological family members who came in from her country. That was not the case. We later learned you were sent to the crematory alone, along with the Funeral Home personnel and driver. That saddened your Son, our Son, and I, knowing it was her wish to have you cremated in the first place; yet, “She” sent you off alone like an animal going to slaughter. “She” received your ashes on Wednesday. “She” never mentioned a word about any of this to your Son, our Son, and we have not spoken to her since. Your Son, our Son, has been kind enough to text her (because “She” prefers no phone calls) to see if “She” may need any help with anything. “She” said “She” was okay for now, but would call him if “She” needed anything. I doubt “She” will call. Maybe “She” will. Who knows. My feeling is that “She” does not deserve your Son’s, our Son’s, help, concern or compassion. “She” showed him none of that when you were alive.

            “She” will go about her life and make her plan to go back to her country, with you in tow in an urn.  There you both will stay. That will be it. “She” came between you and your Son, our Son, in life - and now in death. As sad as that was, is and will be, “She” bears that responsibility, whether she acknowledges it or not. You, unfortunately, allowed it to happen as well; even if you did not mean for any of it to happen. I know you feared repercussions from her. You told me so.

            Despite all of that now, which doesn’t really matter anymore at this point, may your spirit fly with the Angels. May you join your parents in Heaven, and may you be enlightened in the spiritual world and shine your light down upon this earth, as you look after your Son, our Son. May you Rest in Eternal Peace.