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A Dead Bug in the
Hospital
Recumbent on a gurney, little to do
Except to wait and think and hope and pray
Not sure where I was in the surgical queue
Above me the fluorescents, where a dead bug lay
We were both quiet, he especially so
I would have asked him how he came to rest
On a panel of plastic; I wanted to know -
He had been blinded by the light, I guessed
I thought of this as I lay in my too-short bed
“You’re in recovery now,” a kind voice said
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