Children are walking in flour again,
though these grains are the symptoms
and the symptom is pain.
Resting upon donated metal table,
this child is lifeless with only a label
around his ankle for identification.
Part time doctors and full time others
walk and pace and cry and panic around the mother,
lifeless, with a document for identification.
This is malaria.
This is infant death.
This is an epidemic of hysteria.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC
Children are walking in flour again,
though these grains are the symptoms
and the symptom is pain.
Resting upon donated metal table,
this child is lifeless with only a label
around his ankle for identification.
Part time doctors and full time others
walk and pace and cry and panic around the mother,
lifeless, with a document for identification.
This is malaria.
This is infant death.
This is an epidemic of hysteria.
from the poetry blog, coffeeshoppoems.com
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