Wheelchair

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We roll through oyster

halls in sad, squeaky wheelchairs

whilst drugs drown us down---

poor patients solemn with frowns.

The fiendish, frantic nurses

nurture computer data

like specters who chant and pant.

 

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patriciajj's picture

There's a gripping and

There's a gripping and heart-crushing story between each stunning line. A stellar example of style, explosive brevity and wisdom beyond your years. Brilliant! 

J9thxciv's picture

Your signature style---a

Your signature style---a vast, implied backstory; a haunted scene; and a sense of despair---is well deployed here.   Compression is always a sign of classic talent, and you certainly demonstrate your command of that talent.


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