Va Worker Night Shift
in the hospitals white
walled memory
many stories are placed
drawn and sewn in
stories of healing and pain
tears of birth and death
whispers in the ear
with medicine under the tongue
but all are blanketed
in the silence of the walls
white continence
or is it black
no one can see in another
persons heart
when all the beaded rosaries
have been counted
and all the saints candles
lie in wax on the floor
there is nothing left
but for the janitor to
mop up.
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2010
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