the white coat lords,
the army of nurses, the aides, didn't think
he understood their language
nor did they know
he had been a warrior in his homeland
and bore scars, inside, out
they paid little attention,
as he buffed lackadaisical linoleum, scrubbed porcelain *******
making them ethereally white
though the amputees,
the hobbled, the battle burned, would wake
to the sound of his labors:
his broom swaying to and fro,
a softer metronome for their ringing ears
a cadence of condolences
for their beating hearts
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
the white coat lords,
the army of nurses, the aides, didn't think
he understood their language
nor did they know
he had been a warrior in his homeland
and bore scars, inside, out
they paid little attention,
as he buffed lackadaisical linoleum, scrubbed porcelain *******
making them ethereally white
though the amputees,
the hobbled, the battle burned, would wake
to the sound of his labors:
his broom swaying to and fro,
a softer metronome for their ringing ears
a cadence of condolences
for their beating hearts
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