It is past midnight and I am still reading the innovated law of transplantation. One does not declare consent of donation of own organs after one’s death, one must declare refusal of donation, which refusal must be registered, and one must check if the registration has really been entered.
The evening news said that recently there have been three instead of thirty heart transplantations because there are not enough heart donors.
Who would die, but emotionally, to offer one’s heart, but in art, to someone, but in a commune where everything is common, and who would provide medicine with parts of the human body if not a well-organized supply system, also what else does science need but a chance to enrich the combinations of compatibility of tissues and vessels.
The Law of Transplantation says that one can declare refused donorship of just one body part or tissue, or just for one medical or scientific purpose. One needs knowledge to formulate a refusal of larger coverage of the human body, or one may borrow ideas from Shakespeare.
They say that all world’s religions, apart from a few sects, support the practice of transplantation. I wonder which sect to enter. Also, it is a mystery where they give or sell the refused experimentation and donorship declaration forms.
It is interesting how close mankind is to the creation of an assembled human body of flesh attached to the basic strains and outlines of the sinews of compatibility, like adding houses and buildings beside and over the arteries of electricity lines, water mains, and road communications.
In line with my concern about being used for free when I will no longer be the amateur poet and the retired teacher but a dead body, I recall an old poem of mine written for my book character Jane Brown:
Forgive Me
Forgive me, please, forgive, my heart,
I didn't know you existed,
I thought that I was after love
and you were of me just a part
I should have taken you out, my heart,
and laid you bare on my soul,
and topped it with my, love for her,
and let her find for you the globe
Forgive me, please, forgive, my heart,
I didn't know you existed
V.P.T.
V.P.Toucheva 23.06.2009 Sofia, Bulgaria, EU
