ExperimentA Poem by Rouge Penpush the button
A man walks into the room
he slips on a white lab coat he says the government sent him here you will be paid for this you have a choice: Push the button, kill the other man He must be a doctor he has a handshake he has a degree from Stanford he writes your name on the clipboard he knows your social security number you have a choice: Push the button, kill the other man You hear people outside chatting they must be his staff footsteps on the other side of the door tubes, metal instruments, pills, and liquids sit upon a metal tray you notice his badge you have a choice: Push the button, kill the other man This is a hospital you saw the ambulance outside downstairs there must be a morgue the door says: Exam Room 334 It smells like bleach and piss the lights flicker You have a choice: Push the button, kill the other man You can see him through the glass he can only see himself you are invisible to him you have been given permission what has he done? You have a choice: Push the button, kill the other man He doesn't have a coat he doesn't have a handshake he doesn't know your number he is all alone he is hooked to a bunch of wires he must know why he is here you have a choice: Push the button, kill the other man So the doctor asks you the others come into the room they all stare at you he places the check on the table if you don't someone else will You have a choice: Push the button, kill the other man You look down at the table the button is big and red you can play god now, just for a minute they said you can no one will know what you have done except the doctors, the government you and God You have a choice: Push the button, kill the other man It was sunny that day and warm you were listening to NPR that morning on the way over realizing you forgot to turn off the light in your living room last night that's unusual, you are meticulous about things like that a least you had time for breakfast you are overworked the florescent lights of the hospital make white glow into green you haven't prayed in years but one day you will be comfortable with looking in the mirror your heart still beats Why did they pick you out of everybody? Why are you still sitting there? You have a choice to make Push the button, kill the other man © 2010 Rouge PenReviews
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4 Reviews Added on January 7, 2010 Last Updated on January 7, 2010 AuthorRouge PenSan Jose , CAAboutI am currently working on building a website and I participate in local poetry readings. I am being mentored by a screenplay writer who works for Dreamworks. I am working on getting my poetry and shor.. more..Writing
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