Discount Compassion
There is a problem in aisle three.
I can't reach the cans of garden peas,
they are on offer.
An elderly man is down.
A handful of helpers,
on one knee
it looks bad.
I cannot get there,
I have to wait,
for the oxygen,
the first responders to
firstly respond,
for the aisle to clear.
Then I had to push through
a group of concerned onlookers,
to reach over his prone body
for the peas.
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