First Blog Entry

I have no idea what I’m doing here. I’m just going to ramble till I get my bearings.
Why did I decide to start a new website if I had absolutely no idea what to here must be the question running through your mind. An extremely valid question.

Now let’s begin the story!

I have been intrigued by poems ever since my first grade teacher decided to make us read poems every single week. Shel Silverstein was a personal favorite of mine. Since then, I’ve dabbled with poetry and writing. If I ever manage to dig up my dusty old books, I might put them up here. The poems crack me up to be honest!

I stopped writing for a while after that. Then after joining medicine, my need to unleash my frustration and thoughts grew. Writing poems helped with taming that onslaught of emotion. I particularly enjoyed sharing my works with my friends. They understood it on a visceral level since we all had to undergo that shit together.

I have been thinking about sharing my works publicly. It’s not about the fame or glory and whatnot but I do hope to find similar souls who would’ve undergone similar circumstances and share that collective joy with them. I do wish to entertain people. One can convert any bad scenario into a potentially humorous one if one tries.

As for the website part, NaPoWriMo made me do it. I’m far too lazy to start a website and blog on my own. Never underestimate my penchant for laziness. Anyhoo, I decided to give it a shot and now here we are. In this blank expanse of a web page, where I stand cluelessly alone and press buttons at random wondering what they do.

Hoping nothing will spontaneously combust, I think I’m going to launch the site today.

Toodles!

Ghost of The Cadaver’s Past

I am the ghost of a cadaver
Who refused to go to heaven
As I wished to see
My donated body’s utility.

Faces lit with excitement and fear
Crowd around my nude body
A few faint! Oh dear!
Develop some guts everybody!

The scalpel grazing my skin
Makes me wanna cringe!
Listening to the tearing of ligaments ain’t easy
It actually makes me feel quite queasy!

My body is poked and prodded
And my limbs are removed
Some are neat and some are messier
Dude! Quite cutting like a butcher!

Guys and Girls flock around me
Watching with sadistic glee
As the teacher saws and hits
My skull non-chalantly!

My insides are out
And my outsides are disposed
My organs are bottled
My privates are exposed!

Formalin flows through my veins
I am surrounded by its stink
Down the hall of dissection
I walk and think.

My mind is filled with gruesome images
Of the students’ sick delight
Now I wonder whether my decision to stay
Was due to lack of insight.

Oh God! Take me away!
I can’t watch this monstrosity!
To watch my dissected body
Is just pure agony!

God appears and asks
“Child, Why do you lament?
When your huge sacrifice
Ought to give you fulfillment?”

I ponder and am enlightened
I look at God and say
“Thank you God for helping me understand
My Mortus Prosumus Vitae!”

I laugh at my thoughts so petty!
I was unreasonable and silly!
Now content, I lounge on clouds
‘Cause even in death I serve lives!

A footnote from 2021:

This poem is a personal favorite. I wrote it after witnessing my Anatomy professor use a hammer to crack open the skull of the cadaver we were dissecting. I think she trying to open the orbital cavity.

And it got me thinking. What if the cadaver’s ghost actually witnessed the way we students were watching this horrible treatment without flinching. I’m sure it would’ve been horrifying to witness one’s body being treated so callously.

‘Mortus Prosumus Vitae’ is a Latin saying for ‘In death I profit lives’.