Blue floor, blue chair
flowered curtains and
a view of fields
beyond the window.
Bed, unmade.
What history does
that hold, I wonder?
Radio plays, chatter, soft footsteps.
The Big Man arrives.
Kind, gentle, dark eyes.
Soft voice, good hands.
Pulls no punches.
This is what will happen.
He says, do I understand?
The words, of course I do.
The impact? Let's see.
The gas man arrives.
Banters jovially.
Nice of him to try but
I'm beyond all that.
He knows how to put us out
but his experience
of the experience?
Minimal. I asked.
Always throws them, that.
When you ask them if
they know what it is like.
So easy to be glib without pain.
This risk and that.
Do you understand,
they ask once again.
Sign here. "Good luck."
Never had a surgeon
Say, "good luck" before.
Sun's gone in,
It's raining now.
Jul 25, 2011
Jul 25, 2011 at 11:37 PM UTC
Blue floor, blue chair
flowered curtains and
a view of fields
beyond the window.
Bed, unmade.
What history does
that hold, I wonder?
Radio plays, chatter, soft footsteps.
The Big Man arrives.
Kind, gentle, dark eyes.
Soft voice, good hands.
Pulls no punches.
This is what will happen.
He says, do I understand?
The words, of course I do.
The impact? Let's see.
The gas man arrives.
Banters jovially.
Nice of him to try but
I'm beyond all that.
He knows how to put us out
but his experience
of the experience?
Minimal. I asked.
Always throws them, that.
When you ask them if
they know what it is like.
So easy to be glib without pain.
This risk and that.
Do you understand,
they ask once again.
Sign here. "Good luck."
Never had a surgeon
Say, "good luck" before.
Sun's gone in,
It's raining now.
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