ICU Waiting Room at
Christmas
Artistic
gilded deer repose in peace
Among
the store-room-dusty plastic leavesOf decorator-decorated wreaths;
From thence they gaze serenely down upon
Sneeze-spotted pics in People magazine
And empty coffee cups recyled from
Recycled natural fibers recycled
From green fair trade recycled soy inks.
No
ikons grace this dying-place, no cross,
No
crucifix to focus farewell prayers;Christ’s people gather lovingly around,
Their baseball caps thrall-ringed about their heads
In devout remembrance of passing souls.
Their cell-phone aps pass through their vague, weak eyes
As once the ancient biddings and prayer-worn beads
Slipped gently through the lips and hands of men.
The
future is unknown, but at last report
‘Tis
civilization on life-support.
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