Saturday, June 4, 2016

8237. WARD 6B

WARD 6B
They build half-worlds from the
rubble of memories crushed in
one instant of impact as their
spinal cords snapped.
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They awake each grisly-taloned
dawn  -  verterans' veterans  -  
only to slip away again, 
somehow fed and sedated, into 
their deep and perpetual silence.
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Their eyes are long corridors down 
which an intern runs with bloody 
hands and sweaty skin. A man weeps.
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He lies locked in a frame, while,
overhead, a TV hums...a man in a
Campbell Soup hat has just won a cow.
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Some shout, some stare, some weep:
a revolt to preserve the last shards of self.
(But at night, their dreams amble about
the yellow darkness, between the
breathing and the cries).

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