Tuesday, February 28, 2017

New Poem

I meet , daily, at 11 am, with a group of four
Grim, unsmiling people.

Their auras seemed to
Emit the hue of orange

In their capable, authoritarian hands
Much went on behind the scenes.

The panic of medicine
Of overloaded hospitals
Of cutting cost and nickel and
diming patients and employee alike

We’re getting sicker.
We’re staying sicker.

I can stay here
Ten days only

A rebellious kid aged -1 when I was born
Was there for hell raising adventures
And made me feel extremely old.

So many faces
Staring blankly at television

Made me glad I only had
The problems I did
And not the couch-stuck posture of
The clinically depressed

I’m tentacled to a hospital staff
Their recommendations determine my fate

And I shuffle impatiently
Waiting for an answer

2 comments:

monomonac said...

I just read your Civil War post in Daily Kos from 2010. You quoted Catherine Davis' poem After a Time. I'm curious to know how you know her work since it's not well known. I knew her and Kevin Prufer through his Lost Master's Series published a selection of Catherine's poems along with essays about her and her work in 2015.

Catherine Breese Davis: On the Life and Work of an American Master Edited by Martha Collins, Kevin Prufer, & Martin Rock Pleiades Press Paperback, 9780964145467, 224 pp. June 2015

Comrade Kevin said...

I found the poem in a college textbook and found it to be one of my favorites. Thanks for reading!