“Our Port Endorphin” my twenty ninth ekphrastic poem for National Poetry Month inspired by the fantastic art of Marcel Herms.

29 climb on your chariot of fire and leave the country[26495]

 

Our Port Endorphin,

anticipation Dopamine, empathic Oxytocin,
gut full or gut empty Serotonin

combats or feeds grief cortisol.
Sob lakes in hospital night she dies there,
as you wave her off on the dockside of her bed.

Alone, head and guts a vacuum
get off the bus outside the cinema
where your late quiet Golden Virginia tobacco smoked Grandad and yourself
would go to see the latest Bond,
buy a ticket to ride the latest memory
of American superhumans you collected
in comics when you were ten.

What is left

to others is what they find
in themselves when you are lost
to them.

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