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response to a cut in children’s insurance programs

October 29, 2007

he says he’s worried for our children.
something has gone terribly awry in our system’s system’s system
the metacogs of clocks the run backwards and forwards
backwards and forwards
backwards and forwards
one step forward one step back until the halting action of
percussion hands on foreheads is louder than the ticking off of people

he says he’s worried
and that the way things are going, it just ain’t right
how are we gonna go around letting the middle class suck the life out of the poor children
the ones with no ibuprofren-laden cabinets and robitussen bedsheets
the ones without bedsheets at all
how are we gonna let those just-above-minimum-wage ironing board vampires
use the money we’ve set aside for children’s health preservation
they have money let them spend their own

he says it won’t work like it’s going
and something has to change, something important, something now
something very very now
and he holds his pen like a doctor holds a thermometer and says say ah
and it should feel better
and with pen in hand he scratches out the prescriptions that save lives
and with pen in hand he removes chances to survive
and with pen in hand he claims he’s making our lives better for everyone
our lives better for everyone else

so fatal strokes go down the cotton white linen fifty pound cardstock paper they use to print the really important bills so they can frame them up on coffins when the affects of the drills of democracy come about too late or too soon for anyone to do anything about them and all they look like draped over a coffin is an american flag burning out the tunes we used to sing ourselves to sleep with oh come all ye faithful oh say can you see

he says he worried that the poor children will just get taken advantage of
better kill them quicker
save time
when money that isn’t yours is the only way you are going to stay healthy stay alive
its better to end the suffering soon
who knows what villain might scoop it up before its your turn

lucky for us this isn’t socialized medicine we’re dispensing here

they say I look worried
they say I look like I’ve not slept since the night they hauled that guy in for murder
I remind them they haven’t done it yet.

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2 comments

  1. LOVE this – great rhythm.


  2. This is my favorite part:
    he says he worried that the poor children will just get taken advantage of
    better kill them quicker
    save time
    when money that isn’t yours is the only way you are going to stay healthy stay alive
    its better to end the suffering soon
    who knows what villain might scoop it up before its your turn

    very intense poem because the subject is so heartbreaking and also frustrating.



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