Or Something Worse

Posted in nothing special by maggie on 2012/02/22

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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  1. clarioretenebris said, on 2012/02/22 at 20:09

    Like so often, I love how natural your rhyme and form feel, as fitting as if it were the most natural clothes to wear.

    I think I was happier not knowing the background story on this one. My prayers to him and for you. At least he is out of harm’s way now, and he should be home earlier, safe and well. Now rest. He’ll be ok.

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