The experiment was conceived out of two minds not as a game like chess to give further excitement exactness two minds so tuned together they gave birth to a single thought of death And when one died the other knew not only the thoughts of the dying but for just a moment, after the heart stopped, before the blood of the brain congealed, the first telepathed thoughts from beyond the point of death. For a long time he did not stir. Did not then speak but before he went into the sleep that became nonrecovering coma he left two scribbled sheets, the result of the experiment, the sight of infinity. She knew the content of the notes even before they were removed to her handbag. Some weeks later a car crashed on the motorway the driver having fallen asleep at the wheel. Some charred pieces of paper were found in the burnt-out wreckage. There was a half-smile on her face.
© GERALD ENGLAND
Composed: Sheffield, 3rd February 1973
Publications
1974 THE PURPLE HOURS (Manchester, Lisa Conessa)
1986 Raw Bone (USA)
1992 STEALING KISSES (Hyde, New Hope International)
1997 Dark Planet (Internet)
2014 Cosmopoetry (Internet)
I always love a good artifact in a poem. These scribbled sheets of paper are such artifacts. Give me something to hold on to. Something to drive the emotion.
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