Just a LITTLE human condition


Man


Shards of city noise bend
Up into a room where a man
Sits finally in his chair to choke
Down another bitter day
And below in the street
Dogs nest in piles of cinder blocks

       And in this room
       The grappling of his hands

       And in this room
       A neck vein pulses violently

       And in this room
       His bellowing winter cough

And in this room
Blinking Christmas lights
Surround a crucifix like barbed wire
Sending red, green rebounding
Off walls, while wrinkles
Curl across linoleum in a shadow

Neck vein, hands and cough go
Placid, as a man bends into himself
Stark

       (A man dies)

Christ echoes screams through the red
Green of the room.  Horns honk

       Amen

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