a few million elegies 

on the death
of dopaminergic neurons
in the substantia nigra
pars compacta
resulting in the condition
commonly known
as Parkinson’s Disease
there is no known cause
and no known cure

I’ll be up late again
I have a few million elegies
to write

the secret of the crows

I would gather apples in the sun
and fling them at the crows that harm no one
because my sickness worsens by degrees
and crows wear black especially for me
but when I turn my back for all I know
their feathers flash the colours of the rainbow
I’ll catch them out one day and we shall see
all sickness then consigned to history

[first posted 15 Jan 2015]