Salvadoren's biography

Severus Salvadoran

An Interesting Biography

By Izzy Ess of Inverness

Severus Salvadoran was the owner

Of the tiny deli at the corner

Of Caduceus Avenue and Vineyard

Boulevard.  For years, he’d struggled making

His ends meet with sales of excellent

Prosciutto, mortadella, finely ground

Espresso, cappuccino and large stocks

Of first rate foods from Italy.  His wife

Had died of cancer of the breast.  His kids

Had long ago removed themselves, with all

Their families, to California’s Napa

Valley where they found successes in

Their growing grapes and making wines.  Returning

To New York to see Severus was

Becoming rarer.  He could not close up

The store or leave it with a trusted relative.

In his attempts to fight his loneliness,

He’d sometimes pay for sex, but found this very

Dear and not so satisfying, as

He’d guessed.  His old Italian buddies had

Moved west with family, or had passed on.

He still attended church but found a smaller

Crowd of unfamiliar people.  Father

Anthony, the elder priest that he

Had known so well, had moved to his home town

In Tuscany.  The younger priest replacement

Was not comforting for him.  Severus

Ceased attending, altogether, tending

To peek in on Sunday Catholic Services

On his TV.  Severus Salvadoran

Was good looking at his age of seventy.

He looked a lot like Perry Como

Did some years ago when he was on

TV.  Severus still had Como record

Albums and would play them on his RCA

That he’d been told was an antique.

September 21, he fell behind

His deli counter.  He lay there for two

Whole hours before a customer discovered

Him and called police.  An ambulance

Responded, promptly.  EMTs observed

A rousing Salvadoran, waking up

And standing.  They re-checked his pulse and blood

Pressure and found no abnormalities.

As much as they insisted, the four EMTs

Could not convince Severus that

He needed an examination by

A doctor, ere they could release him.  Our

Severus was insistent, too.  Declining

All their offers, he was forced to sign

A form that said he had refused to be

Transported to a hospital for medical

Evaluation.  Salvadoran closed

SEVERUS DELICATESSEN much earlier

Than usual and slowly walked

The five short blocks to his old condominium

Apartment, on Caduceus Avenue.

He was quite anxious to lie down and sleep.

He’d had a dream which was dramatic, when

He slept behind his deli counter, earlier

Today.  He yearned to dream the dream again

And carry it to its conclusion.  Taking

Mortadella from the fridge, he sat

Down in his comfy chair and started nibbling.

He retrieved a bottle with a small

Remaining glass of Old Chianti and

He drank it with the mortadella and

Some salty crackers.  Drifting off to sleep,

Severus Salvadoran found his wife

At seventeen, a smile from ear to ear,

With arms outstretched for him, just waiting and

Quite naked on the private beach in Albasolo

Capo, Italy, near Genoa,

Where they had honeymooned, in 1927.

Salvadoran was ambitious

And he talked a lot about his plans

To move to New York, and there open an

Italian deli which would make him rich.

He talked a lot about a family

With many children and their progeny

And planned to have a mansion for them all.

His dream revealed his wife’s adoring eyes

And ample breasts, a lot like young Sophia

Loren’s.   His new wife was welcoming

Him, eagerly, out on the sandy beach

Beside the Adriatic Sea.  He dreamed

They made romantic love, with such great passion

That their screams scared all the pigeons who just flapped

Their wings and flew away.  In this great dream,

He felt himself begin to climax.  Pain

And pleasure was intense and he awoke,

His hand around his woody and a gooey

Discharge in his underwear.  He stroked

Himself and had another two brief spasms

And the feeling of ejaculation,

Which he hadn’t felt for many years.

He tried to fall asleep, again, to no

Avail.  He watched the Mets and Twins play baseball,

On TV.  His team, the Mets, were losers,

Big-time, 10-2.  So, finally,

He fell asleep, again, and dreamt of Angelina,

His young wife.  So, after hours

Of making love, they grew some wings upon

Their backs, ascending up into the clouds

And joined a crowd of teenage angels playing

Harps and singing, “Halleluja!”  “Welcome

To our home in Heaven, my Severus,

Dear,” said Angelina.  “Here, forever,

We will live together and create

Our second family, who’ll stay with us

Together, ever more.  Your deli won’t

Be needed as there is abundant food

And drink around us, everywhere.  Besides,

As angels, we won’t have to eat, unless

We have a special taste for something, like

Your favourites, chianti, mortadella

And some hot and buttered toast.”  Two weeks

Went by.  A neighbour smelt some rotting meat

And called the super who reported that

The mail had not been gathered by his oldest

Tenant for two weeks.  Police were notified.

The smell was nauseating when

The super opened wide the door of Salvadoran’s

Condo.  Coroners determined

That an autopsy was necessary,

As prescribed by law.  A careful search

Of Salvadoran’s brain revealed a tiny

Tumour in Severus’ pineal

Gland.  The coroner reported that

It was an incidental finding.  With

No other evidence of illness, the

Diagnosis was a death from natural

Causation.  I can speculate that his

Pineal tumour was his cause of death.

Pineal glands are sensitive to light,

Like retinas.  This author opines that the

Pineal gland “lights up” all during stimulation

Due to sex.  And, furthermore,

There is a second brain that people have,

The Frankenhauser Globe, we all have, is

A tiny bulb just at the very bottom

Tip of all our spinal cords, which would

Have been a brain in every derriere

Of larger animals, like dinosaurs,

Who’d need a relay station in their tail

To function as a brain and relay messages

To their huge feet and tail for more

Effective fighting or for faster fleeing.

Skeletons of dinosaurs show bony

Structures that had housed this bottom brain.

My theory is that during sex, the stimulation

Of the pelvic regions leads

To stimulation of the Frankenhauser’s

Globe, which is relayed right up the middle

Of the spinal cord, to reach the small

Pineal.  It explains the climax.  When

The rushing stimuli come up from the

Clitoris, or the penile head, to the

Pineal, which is capable of sensing

Light, one often says that he, or she,

Saw stars.  It fits with the described sensations

With the points of colour that we see

At heights of sexy stimulation with

Our eyes clenched tight.  It’s just a theory that

Can not be proved because I don’t believe

We know a human who will let a surgeon

Operate on him to check this out.

Nor would it be acceptable to do

This to an animal of any kind.

Returning to our hero, Salvadoran,

It is possible that he succumbed

To over-stimulation by the small

Pineal tumour causing untoward

Surreal or actual, sex stimulation.

And, that’s the way he could have died, so happy

And fulfilled, successful with his kin.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md, Welland, Canada, July 27, 2013