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2002 Poetry he opened his debilitated eyes
after one or two odd hours
gasping for relief upon
seeing his troubled
wife, "thank God
i’m still alive"
little by little
subliminal alarm
palpably hemming in
heart throbbing in haste
wife mourned in tranquility as
she mopped and held him closely
he could not take a grip, puzzled
eyes roamed here and there in
everybody was flocking at
him, as he watched a
guy with scalpel
set to cut him
his scream was
blaring to the top
of his lungs, but he too
couldn’t hear his own bawl
beset and drained, he perseveres
to move but stayed frozen and stock-still
