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the cure
cured,
better at least,
free,
out of hospital, out of bed,
out of the parking lot,
out of the city, away.
surrounded by people;
the doctors forgot something
during operation, silver
in my innards, glass.
surrounded by people.
is noticing sickness in
others an illness?
or perhaps a symptom,
of a see-through cancer?
their silence is not normal,
their noise is a lump,
demented gorillas roam
the streets, they set fire
to the hospitals
and books...[/font]
better at least,
free,
out of hospital, out of bed,
out of the parking lot,
out of the city, away.
surrounded by people;
the doctors forgot something
during operation, silver
in my innards, glass.
surrounded by people.
is noticing sickness in
others an illness?
or perhaps a symptom,
of a see-through cancer?
their silence is not normal,
their noise is a lump,
demented gorillas roam
the streets, they set fire
to the hospitals
and books...[/font]
Published 8th May 2010
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Anonymous
8th May 2010 10:51pm
Wonderfully surreal poem with some outstanding images and a confident flow. The central idea of your piece is wrapped in exquisite coverings, what with the glass in the narrator's innards, and the demented gorillas. One of the best single verses I've read for a while.
