Finally, the Messiah
Finally, the Messiah:
Everything is Googlable
Descending from the clouds
On high: Googlability
Googlability:
Googlable
Earning everlasting life
As public servant, duty
Rounds, meds, injections
Filling out their forms
Forms:
Googlable
After triage, my students
Wait with puckered lips
For me to unwrap straws
Hands lifeless in their laps
Lifelessness:
Googlable
Unwrapping straws, the
Satisfying push-through
The end of sheath: How
Are they joined at end?
Straw
Wrappers: Googlable
Some recline for blood
Transfusions, but those are
Tomorrow. Today, breath
Inserting straws, breathing
Breath:
Googlable
Into them, lungs pushing
Out chests, chests falling
Monitoring pulse, color
Stacks of wasted straws
Waste:
Googlable
Straws to be burned
With the needles, pus
Viral bedsheets, hair
Shaved from bodies
Incineration:
Googlable
When we go to heaven
Father, when our shifts end
Can we Google ourselves
Lonely, in your search bar?
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