There Is a Problem
There is a problem in aisle three.
I can't reach the garden peas,
they are on offer.
An elderly man is down.
A handful of helpers,
all on one knee
as if at prayer.
I cannot get there,
I have to wait,
for the oxygen,
the first responders to
firstly respond.
for the aisle to clear.
I found a piece of
discounted chicken
while waiting.
He was still breathing
as I reached over
his prone body
for the canned peas.
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