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The recovery room (Free verse) by katinchina

Bloody eyes pleading Anemic hands reaching out Paper thin bloodless bodies Lifeless Pungent smells of life giving spirits Putrid smells of death defeated spirits Old blood on sheets, old wounds on him Tangerine hair, swollen tummies The illusion of health and food full bellies Desperate eyes hungry lips thirsty souls Starving for replenishment Still clinging to survival, clamoring for salvation The smell of death I met miles outside Inside, the look of death I couldn’t abide

god'swife 3-Aug-04/5:11 PM
Great title, rough-sketch poetics. The 12th & 13th lines are tops without the 'Still'up front.

"C.... to s...., c... for s...".

Though the title csught my eye, it does not jive with the poem. Where's the recovery? Looks like death to me.




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