Or Something Worse
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So what's with the ER bracelet, sir?
You're no longer under threat of curse
from having made it so close to her,
like a roadside bomb or something worse.
I heard about the four friends you lost
and thank your God you weren't one of them
for the chance they took, for the line they crossed,
for the grave reserved for the crème de la crème.
A few cracked ribs? I bet every breath
must send the needle off the chart
as though you'd felt the pain of death
known only to a discarded heart.
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