The ceiling
was acoustic
white tile,
the lighting
bright fluorescent,
and the feeling
of life being pulled
right out of us:
seemed piped in
through the medicine air,
as we wondered
how the hell
we got here,
why they wear white
in such a bloody environment,
how this is the last place
we should be worried
about money.
Amir Elzeni, USA
1 comment:
This is a great poem, as cool and controlled as the environment it describes which really highlights the touches of blood and emotion at the end. Very effective and well made.
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