Chinese hospitals unlawfully harvesting organs (Epoch Times)‘Hard To Believe’ and Other Poetry by Damian Robin The Society June 9, 2018 Culture, Human Rights in China, Poetry 9 Comments These three sonnets come from the newly released poetry book Organ Harvest, by Damian Robin, which exposes the murder of prisoners of conscience, particularly peaceful Falun Gong practitioners, for their organs in communist China today. For more information about this atrocity visit Doctors Against Forced Organ Harvesting. Hard To Believe In the West, it’s hard to bond an organ – match live human flesh – person to person – meld – make fresh – a deeply human token, gifting a working function to one broken. There must be matched consent to transfer – quickly – while loved ones love or grieve, calm or angry. If the giver’s still alive, the giving has to leave the opened donor living or it’s probed as murder. ____________________________Yet in China, can you believe, there is a high yield quota, deep in poisoned stomachs of the Party, of transferred body parts for making money, and damping down disquiet. This state life-thieve – death by surgery – makes good souls heave. Burning Issue A man in a mask, a surgical mask, whose eyes, like the mask, are expressionless, scoops up raw flesh to a surgical flask from a cooling body cut senseless. The room is cool, his nerves are cool, his assistants are stitching the gashes, closing deep gaps in a tight-enough spool with needles as curved as the surgeon’s eyelashes. Fluff scurries in corners and wafted eyes narrow. The body is shut with brusque, sewing arts. A circle of lights is burnishing shadow as the double doors flap and the organ departs. Dead eyes are shut down, the body’s made ready, unwashed, untagged and incendiary. There Are Millions More So here I am, slouched outside a furnace, unclothed, untagged, my family not informed – my treatments, interventions, they can’t guess. My muscle-freeze sets in while hell-flame-stormed incinerators hide the bones of men and women and children further up the queue whose organs fed the glut of Party men and women who push to spread the Party glue. As I no longer hurt, don’t pray for me for I’m a stamped out man the West’s research won’t reach – but there are millions marked, go find, at home, in jail, in bed, or walking free, whose urine, tissue, blood, hang on a perch and could, at any moment, be assigned. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 9 Responses Sally Cook June 9, 2018 Powerful! Congratulations. Reply Joe Tessitore June 9, 2018 These are incredibly powerful. I applaud you for having the strength to write them. Reply Trevor Siggers June 9, 2018 Powerful representation of how humankind treats its own on pretexts so inhumane andfull for harm even to the perpetrators. Reply James Sale June 9, 2018 I am shortly going to be reviewing this collection for the SCP so won’t say more here, but love that rhyming ending: ready/incendiary! Reply Leo Yankevich June 9, 2018 Let us forget about the metre for once. These are truly powerful and needed poems. Reply David Watt June 9, 2018 You have summoned great strength to describe a truth in need of telling. Congratulations for writing these high-impact poems. Reply C.B. Anderson June 9, 2018 There’s no more senseless gore than Al Gore. Reply Jenni Wyn Hyatt June 10, 2018 Your choice of vocabulary and imagery highlights these atrocities very forcefully. Reply Damian Robin June 12, 2018 Thanks to all who have posted here for your spirit of compassion. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.