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The Dead Knew That I Was Being Kind

Can I offer a drink of water to the dead? The dead knew that I was being kind Dry from dehydration they throat sore I saw death within their eyes Their eyes are open but see nothing before them Doctor and Nurses followed a protocol (name sin) For all those who were involve from the superior To the inferior Say well is good, but do well is better. A crime of compassion; ones might say does it matters? A “justifiable excuse” for probation Doctor and nurse’s notes are very discreet. Doctors cures, nurse care; Unnecessary guilt! Day after day after day

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Constance La France

Date: 12/11/2012 1:34:00 PM

Annie, what a deep and powerful poem, I am so happy to read your poetry today, well done. Constance

Annie Lander
Date: 12/14/2012 3:34:00 PM

Thank you so much for commenting

Annie Lander

Date: 12/10/2012 1:21:00 PM

Author notes: Confessional poetry is a style of poetry that emerged in the United States during the 1950s and 1960s that has been describe as poetry "of the personal." The content of confessional poems is inherently autobiographical; marked by its frank and open discussion of personal and private details, feelings, experiences and emotions that previously were not considered socially acceptable for public discussion. The content of confessional poems spanned from romantic relationships, trauma, mental illness, despondency, abortion, sexuality, death and suicide. Quote