American Pride
American pride — from our pride we should hide, / for it’s caused us to hate, despise, and decry
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American pride — from our pride we should hide, / for it’s caused us to hate, despise, and decry
Deadlines rush on, relentlessly. / Another email signed, / “Best regards.”
Studying blood clots / While I sit for hours on end / Affixing my own.
You’ve taken everything / Nothing is left
Screams. Tears. Despair. / A sense of sadness in the atmosphere.
The hospital room is / fair, square, sterile — / by its vapid / medical posters / and lusterless hospital tools.
Tears for the dead, tears for the living / who persist in this world that is so unforgiving
In my white coat, / I ask for forgiveness. / Forgive me, / to the weary homeless man
General: / Patient is in NAD, / except for being awoken at 7 a.m. by someone he has never met
Dead eschars are excised. / Skin grafts grow like flowers / Repotted for new life.
Grandpapa had a gift for storytelling. / Sitting on the two-legged stools at the end of the Hutong,
Bleary-eyed, / Surgical cap awry, / I follow in a single file line.