HOSPITALS and medicine, with their
wooden drugs, a underground womb spills
over, and you find a decoy thats tast
like wine or blood,
healed and forgiven, says the ghost of
your past, still, some thing not right,
and to prove it, you sleep with a night
light on............
HOSPITALS and medicine, with their
wooden drugs.....
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hospitals-and-medicine/
