THE LIVING DEAD: Reflections on the Disintegration of Identity

    Was I once a handsome, young poet
    in love with many things?
    Perhaps that might have been…

    Was I once a carefree explorer
    enjoying many discoveries?
    Now that seems like a dream…

    Was I once passionate lover
    regarding my partner as a marvelous mystery?
    Perhaps, but now that surreal seems!

    After hours & hours of television,
    & many decades of work,
    I can't remember who I was:
    all former certainties have unraveled
    & the notion of a unified identity seems berserk.

    Who am I?
    Please forgive the lack of a clear reply.
    However numerous facts suggest
    I'm a zombie who has already died.


Ron: (shaking his head) Who wants to read trash like this? I'd rather read about great heroes 
     and become inspired – not about feckless wimps!

Lis: If you look at most people honestly, I fear there are few heroes.

Lex: Agreed. We are vacant ghosts in so many ways: very few people who breathe are actually living.



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from _Last Poems: Lost Poems_ by T Newfields
SUMMARY:  A pictorial poem about human identity over time and dialog about heroes.
KEYWORDS: ego disintegration, identity atrophy, former selves, zombification, past memories
 
Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - )
Begun: 2016 in New Taipei, Taiwan ✠ Finished: 2021 in Yokohama, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}}  

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