Memento Maury

By | 1 September 2023

I wish I could forget that craggy mug
In any given doctor’s waiting room
Provided like free samples of a drug
To numb our fears of sickness and the tomb

With strangers’ chosen pains, affairs and beefs.
Who should be sorry, or who’s coming out?
A test dissolves a family’s beliefs—
The father’s name now known beyond all doubt.

The host consoles, cajoles and referees
Until hour’s end, and that, friends, is the show.
Tomorrow’s guests and their dark comedies
Will come from ranks as limitless as woe.

His talents thus employed, what have we missed?
One hears he used to be a journalist.

This entry was posted in 110: POP and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Related work:

  • No Related Posts Found

Comments are closed.