Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Triage

This used to be a country home
you know, I tell the generals who tour it
inspecting
because we absolutely need the barest minumim,
no more, no less. 

Of course, I understand that hospitals
need to be where they need to be
but
I press the hard silver button down

"You cannot
(intercom echo: CANNOT)
live
in triage. 

That (that)
is not the point
of triage. 

Things don't
grow there.

(grow there.)"

press the hard button again
and walk away. 
I hear a groan from the walls
from the men and the walls. 


-Citron

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