yesterday it didn´t go alright
the blood had thickened in the vein
so it wasn´t flowing through the needle
the nurse was apologetic- but twice
she hit nerves and i howled in pain
she didn´t seem affected at all
more nurses came around the bed
to look at the grotesquerie, the needle
prodding deeper and deeper into the arm
and the blood didn´t come out
i felt fallow, a horse´s carcass
under a layer of frost
to the youngest nurse, who was watching it all
with an amused smile on her lips
i said it is a show for sadists and there is a price:
a little piece of your pretty earlobe.
she looked revolted. Now the other nurse went frantic
with the needle, loosing her patience.
i knew i was´t going to die from that
but it was like someone had placed
a black garbage bag over my head
and i was in a panic. Then i stopped
believing in god for a second. but maybe
i had never really believed anyways.
i thought of little children somewhere palying,
somewhere, laughing: they who knew nothing
of what can happen to the poor flesh in this world,
to the soul... suddenly the blood came. it spurted
from the tube into the bed sheets as if somebody
has sucked it out of me through a straw
everybody breathed more easily
sábado, 14 de febrero de 2009
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