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A Poem by Mr. D

April 30, 2012

Health Care, Show Someone You Care

12:45 Monday, my first appointment,
I'll be known as code 22.
No name, but rather a pulse to identify me.
No face, but a chart to recognize me.
My blood pressure is normal;
At least there is something that might be alright.
I sigh -- look around,
my future walks through the door,
tall and extra thin like a silicon leaf
hanging off a starving branch.
He's early and knows what to expect.
I'm five minutes late and I smile a plastic smile.
Fill out more paper work.
I'm check marks and signatures.
I've become a side note on the evening news.
No mirrors to reveal what I might have to confront.
Silk faded plants to outlive the world.
I sign and date --
my heartbeat ringing through the empty white rooms.
Approval for what?
Sterile and silence foreshadow my future.
Silent and empty I sit in a lit corner,
a window open and outside the clouds whisper.
My first appointment: What are my questions?
I close and open my eyes.
I'll be known as code 22.

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