There are bars
on all the windows.
Nightingales come
with plug-in leads, metal
discs and thick rubber bands.
ECT’s are fast and efficient;
just a small clamp between
the teeth, slight pressure
on the head, then out
into the airing court
a thorax of blue flame.
My singed eyebrows
suit me.
Karen Knight
The power of this devastating poem is it’s nonchalance. You go in. You get Electroconclusive Therapy. It happens.
Karen Knight’s latest book containing this and other poems is, appropriately, Postcards from the Asylum. It can be purchased through the publisher,
Pardalote Press, #mce_temp_url#
