The blast gone bad, a spike through his head,
Phineas Gage\'s pierced skull did bleed.
The doctors marveled he wasn\'t dead.
His healing wounds and brain succeed.
But personality has changed indeed.
No longer on the railroad; he farmed.
Physique injured, the spirit does heed.
My soul bespeaks the body harmed.
Can\'t consecrate the wine and bread,
The old priest must rest, the church agreed.
Dementia running full speed ahead,
His love and fervor for God now freed.
For God\'s memory doesn\'t fail or need.
The hearts and minds he kindled and warmed
Still remember; the psyche will feed.
My soul bespeaks the body harmed.
A baby born with the news most dread;
About special needs the parents read.
Won\'t learn, won\'t marry; fate...a life in bed.
With inspiration and warmth they lead.
Perfect strangers, to care and help, some plead.
The smile the child\'s face radiates; charmed!
All glory to God, Christ does intercede!
My soul bespeaks the body harmed.
Spirited debate birthed a creed.
Composition of body and soul we\'re armed.
Phineas P. Gage your day is decreed.
My soul bespeaks the body harmed.
- Gary Edward Geraci