Lawrence
Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
You’re Okay, Buddy; You're Gonna be Okay
An
encouraging smile is a battle dressing
We apply
to the wounds of others
A cigarette
while waiting for the dust-off
Within
a collapsing perimeter
You’re
okay, buddy; you're gonna be okay
I’m
not sure I believe in God anymore
It’s
okay, buddy; He believes in you
Oh,
God, it hurts; why does He hurt me like this
I
need a cigarette / I gave you one
You’re
okay, buddy; you're gonna be okay
It’s
so loud; everything’s loud; make it stop
I
can’t breathe; why can’t I breathe…oh, God
You’re
okay, buddy
You're gonna be
Okay…
