PRICK
PRICK ME
Staring at the floor for
47.5 minutes Cold morgue
of a place Bring me your
limping your decrepit your hanging on by a thread
Neighbourhood blood lab
Dehumanize the dehumanized
Pretty girl from Dhaka eyes glazed over
Number 17! she intones in
dead monotone
Once alive skipping stones in
a holy river but no God ever
visited these concrete rooms nature is forbidden
No windows just trapped
blood specimens shifting on
sore haunches
In mind’s eyes becoming animals
who howl at the moon Fully high
in the May 2nd sky Dhaka girl confides
during ECG: I’d rather be outside
Only 9 more hours of bloodletting to go
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By the rivers of Babylon
Where we sat down
There we wept
When we remembered Zion (Melodians)
Spring 2013
