A Poem of Epidemic Exaggerations
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In the tunnel I could hear
the voices of those who were not sick yet.
For years, maybe eighteen,
people were dying from an illness
affecting the lungs, a fatal one, an unknown one,
and I have not said anything yet,
why were the lungs affected first, why not both legs, the spine?
Say, it really is not easy this anaerobic chapter of Death,
or at least not as easy as
gum disease, or dental problems.
I am not a goddamn dentist, but I have watched a few
doing their job; a patient opens his mouth,
and all you practically need even in the most difficult cases
in order to infer the condition of any patient,
is a good inspection of the front of the goddamn head.
Once, I almost got bitten by a snake, (snake bite found on your
nothing mysterious or weird or rare about it,)
I was hiding behind an empty wine barrel,
Late at night, all night…
I swear I could hear a naked lightbulb buzzing
in love with a wild flower
and my voice
coming from the tunnel of Time,
As rootless as a fallen apple.