The idea is to brush up on essentials.
We learn how little we know.
We worry how wobbly we’d be.
We laugh a lot for obvious reasons:
We are not making merry, merely trying to cope.
We stall in the second, practical, part
where ribs crack, consumption re-emerges undigested,
and unspeakable things happen to children.
Walking out into the early dark
towards cars, trains, bikes (all ominous now)
we all of us envisage our own personal worst horrors:
Kids, or that neighbour you really can’t stand.
Back home, trying to unwind
I listen to the words again:
Recovery position. Heimlich manoeuvre.
Hemiplegia. I like that I know the words.