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The Man Stranger
It was so intense that my toes even wept
You could hear the squish of my shoes on the bleached tiles
I went to the Emergency Room, and found there wasn't much left of you
The man had disfigured hands
He said, if he couldn't write then he couldn't die
And if he couldn't die, then he could never have the peace God promised him
I went to the Coke machine.
Along the halls, everything was broken and battered
The smell of blood and urine made me put my drink down, so,
I filled out your paperwork
I really didn't know a thing about you
I had just met you yesterday
You weren't a lover, or a friend, you were
just a man I became intricately connected to
