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Casualties

Poetry By: phwlofthenow
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My experience in a hospital today.
yes the casualties room


Submitted:May 26, 2012    Reads: 26    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Goodman died today. The police said he was a bad man…

"28." She says, a baffled look on her face.

"Post Mortem." Escapes her mumbling lips.

"Don't understand. Not natural!" she calls over her shoulder.

Children screaming, crying out loud.

Pain and discomfort drives them to tears.

Stitches, infections and unsettled mothers.

"A B12 deficiency can cause psychosis you know." She laughs.

"Don't tell me. You want to be a doctor." He rolls his eyes.

"I always get the psycho cases." She still echoes.

A yellow spring wedding is coming in September "I love bright colours."

"No love letters in this new book." A smile on her lips.

"Get him away before we move the body." Someone yells.

Police taking statements.

Another mom is vomiting. Her mother is crying.

A cup of water a cup of tea.

A TV is making noise in the background. It's been turned down.

"They say he was a bad man." The nurses say.

"You missed quite the arrest." She laughs.

A hint of hysteria sneaks into her voice.

The laugh disappears. "He's dead now."…





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