A Cruce Salus

Another of the poems shared at our poetry evening:


A Cruce Salus
By Natalie Brookes

Watching intently categorizing, analysing
Observing that which is only visible under a lens, human behaviour in all of its brutalising form
Genetic mutations, malfunctions, mutilations
A Cruce Salus
The brain consciousness, unconsciousness, sanity insanity, miswired rewired, encoded decoded
Buetiful monsters perfectly faulty within the data set
A cruce Salus
The robotic masses coded, socialised, psychoanalyzed, traumatised, victimised
Saved only by a little pill, a talking therapy, transactional analysis,
Spirituality hanging from a rope, cutting its own throwt, slicing each healing word, sentence by sentence, vowel by vowel metaphor by metaphor simile by simile
A cruce Salus
Cos every effort to save my life has a subtext
A benefit cost analysis
Very few of us ever achieve Maslow's Hierarchy of needs
What is my worth a pence, a pound, a hundred, a thousand
I realise it's a postcode lottery
Cos I know the true price of CBT
The value the worth of a mind, a personality, cos many of those who have already been lost are already dead, dead to themselves
A cruce Salus
They feel separate worthless and insignificant and the words 'I love you' fall on deaf ears and that's the real tragedy that the lives most affected by madness are the most profoundly visionary
So I leave these words with you and I hope they find you peace as they did with me
A Cruce Salus Salvation comes from the cross