Saturday, March 20, 2010

I Write To Understand - Part 2

The reluctant terror that forced my feet to follow their regimented norm drew me into the pulsating world of the ICU.

In a glass box, reminiscent of a 60’s Francis Bacon, he lay with pale-green mechanical units surrounding him as once, perhaps, his followers had. The cult leader come to rest.

An enormous torso dwarfed the tiny, utilitarian hospital palette, making one wonder what extreme physics equation held his now living, now dying body in place.

“You are such a Taurus.” I thought sadly. “Toro in mind toro in body. You great bloody bullheaded man.”

His pale accordion respirator whispered a hushed response.

His face was turned away from the others. Over his jaw ran a deep red striation. Where the cord had lodged ? His hand, despite the scars, seemed so soft for someone who had enjoyed hard work. His brain, well his brain had never been soft, had it?

Is it true then that you can be too smart for your own good ?