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

cold body,

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,

its sound
As rootless as a fallen apple.

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Epidemic, or just epic?

This reminded me of The Catcher in the Rye, especially with the repeated use of “goddamn”.

Have you read that novel? I found it funny, and it was a good book, but it wasn’t as amazing as people say. Overrated. A bit underwhelming.

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