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Lacrimation – Poem

Published online by Cambridge University Press:  23 December 2021

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Copyright © The Author, 2021. Published by Cambridge University Press on behalf of the Royal College of Psychiatrists

It's a good word to have around
(From the Latin, of course.
Lachrymose is prettier, that c-h-r-y!
and the heartbreaking lacrimosa—)
because how else are you going to describe what happens
when you chop onions (propanethiol S-oxide is the culprit),
and you start to tear up.
It can get bad enough (even your nose starts to run)
that you feel sad, like a good method actor,
or a child.
And then there's heroin withdrawal.
That can get intense: sneezes and sweats,
hair on end, agonizing spasm and pain,
a feeling that leaves you whimpering,
curled up in fetal position, ready to die
or steal.
Hay fever can do it too, seasonal allergies,
turning joyous spring into a runny, mucusy mess,
tortoise tears streaming past leporine laughter.
Or when the military veteran, young or old,
tells you about his service, where and when,
and then, eyes wide in alarm,
remembers whom he left on the field,
whom, still now, he needs to bring home,
Mary, weeping all the world's tears,
Cradling her child spilled over her arms.
Oh, and the forgotten child,
hurt and hidden so many years,
huddled within. How would we find you,
know you're still alive,
without the wet of unbidden tears?
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