No Flame, No Pain. An Ode to Nopalea.

 Lee_Broom
It was a moonless night.

Attacked by a boulder from the shadows.

Flying through the air. (I am Superman)

With a tuck and roll…….

Ouch.

Opiates for obvious reasons.

Laxatives to overcome the resulting lack of peristalsis.

Antibiotics.

Anaphylaxis.

Somehow I survived.

Opiates I said

And Laxatives.

And Antibiotics.

Painful bowel obstruction.

Anaphylaxis.

Prescribed they were, these cures for the pain of broken ribs, swollen joints, injured muscles.

From a fall the night before

In an unlit parking lot.

On a moonless night.

No more meds now.

“The pain will be with you for a month.”

And now…..

NOPALEA,

NOPALEA,

Inflammation gone.

Pain? Not so much.

Secret herbs and mystic prayer? (Of course.)

Aroma therapy?

Recordings of chanting lamas?

NOPALEA.

Nothing rhymes with ……

NOPALEA.

No inflammation with…….

NOPALEA.

Made from Shmoos?

Nae, ’tis cactus of the nopal variety.”

Cactus berries.

Squeeze ‘em.

Drink ‘em.

NOPALEA.

No flame.

No pain.

A Gift it was,

NOPALEA.

A Gift.

As were the prayers and hands-on nurturing by friends and family.

NOPALEA.

By Lee Broom.

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