It's just poetry, it won't bite


08.20.09 Posted in today's words by

you remember Jean Hendrickson? Of course you do! Wait til you read what
she’s written now! A very different poem from the one you read here
first (Community),
this is a work of stark and graphic images. It is a personal poem, a
request of the Grim Reaper himself. If he appreciates poetry (and I do
hope he’s a reader!), her wish just might be granted.

By Jean M. Hendrickson

don’t lurk
in my bedroom
smelling of unwashed feet
and dirty laundry;

around the corner
going ninety
and smash me flat,

burst my heart
and use the aorta
as a hose to shove a clot
into my brain.

Whatever you do
give me no warning
leave nothing
to chance

–kill me–then, move on.

10 Responses to “Death,”

  1. Kay says:

    Don’t lurk, go ninety, the poet commands of death, smash and burst, she continues. I like this poem for it’s bravery.

  2. Oh, this is just incredible poetry. Powerful, powerful stuff. Love it.

  3. Jean says:

    Thank you so much Danielle!

  4. Thank YOU for writing it! See, I love it so much I’m back again 😉 Encore?

  5. Ann Tynes says:

    This poem smacks you right in the face! You wrote an epic in 72 words. Yes, I counted them. I don’t know how someone can say so much in so few words! But you do. This is wonderful, Jean!

  6. Jean says:

    What an amazing thing to say, Ann, thank you.

    I’d say Glove***** to you, but it might be misconstrued by others for something different from our happy, humorous exchange from the past.

  7. Sharon Poch says:

    Ah, Jean . . . how often I have thought the same way, but you were able to put in an evocative, powerful poem. And it rings true.

  8. Kathryn Brownlow says:

    Isn’t this the way each one of us would like to go? Only you have said it in you own inimitable fashion – with shockingly strong images. Yes!!

  9. r.scott DeSena says:

    love it…

  10. Jean says:

    Thank you so much, Scott.

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