Hysteria
After T Eliot's Poem Hysteria
By: John Chinaka Onyeche
As she laughed I am aware of the pains she muffled in her laughter & having being part of it, until her heart were accidentally a star with a talent for squad-drill. I am drawn in by her short gasps, inhaled & millions of tears that rained down at each momentary recovery & reassurance of my love for her, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles within her heart. An elderly widow & a great farmer with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink & white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table which she calls; memories; saying: 'if the lady & gentleman wish to take their tears in this garden of love & memories, if a lady & a gentleman wish to take their love life to the fullest; They should decide that nothing again would shake their breasts & some of the fragments of their night hours might be collected, & when concentrated on with their attention with careful subtlety to this end.
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