(excerpt)
The bodies in the ER
death hath warmed over
uneven parcels in ashen wraps
smuggled from their lives
disposed in shelves by triage
ready for immodest auscultation
naked brood hanging
amidst a humid jungle of catheters
pendant nests expelling shrieks
of throbbing sleep deprivation
ambling the corners
which Dickens would have recognized

























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