Dead Man’s Distraction
The need to distract
Is the need to act.
It doesn’t help to watch TV when you’re meant to be reading.
It doesn’t help blood to ignore that it’s bleeding.
One drifts away to a merry place
As the blood pours down one’s dreary face,
For the merry goes ‘round only so far
If the tourniquet’s distance is now far above par.
The next thing you know,
The merry begins to go.
So don’t be calling me.
For the second you bled,
You could have read,
But instead, you watched TV.