a poem by Colin Dardis (1 of 2)

Nursed

One shot of adrenaline for the nurse's pride,
and one for all the times we pumped
in disenchanted unison.
My needle crept in
while you worked away at a crippled heart,
a jab to the orifice of love.

Then you fisted my life into submission
with me on the ropes, smiling through blood,
the caged bird relentlessly singing.

© by Colin Dardis

 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #6 ~ November 2009    next poem