The Death of Marilyn Monroe

The ambulance men touched her cold
body, lifted it, heavy as iron,
onto the stretcher, tried to close the
mouth, closed the eyes, tied the
arms to the sides, moved a caught
strand of hair, as if it mattered,
saw the shape of her breasts, flattened by
gravity, under the sheet
carried her, as if it were she,
down the steps.

These men were never the same. They went out
afterwards, as they always did,
for a drink or two, but they could not meet
each other's eyes.

Their lives took
a turn-one had nightmares, strange
pains, impotence, depression. One did not
like his work, his wife looked
different, his kids. Even death
seemed different to him-a place where she
would be waiting,

and one found himself standing at night
in the doorway to a room of sleep, listening to a
woman breathing, just an ordinary

by Sharon Olds

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o greatly penned- Even death seemed different to him-a place where she would be waiting, .../// superb poem
Fantastic aftermath about the mental state of attendants who carried the bead body of Marilyn Monroe has been brilliantly portrayed in this well deserved modern poem of the Day.
Don't know of the veracity of truth, but I will say its a compelling story, Monroe the symbol a paragon of feminine mystique and sensuality, reduced to nothing more then a rotten siff, a pile of decaying flesh. She was the dream girl of many a man (perhaps a few women) now shes just a dream. Thought provoking work, would make a really good short story.
after all the life they'd seen of her
Dead body! ! Heavy as iron! ! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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