So Long Good SamaritanA Poem by Jock Engelman
As the heavens cry down its cold rain;
Scents of stale alcohol, blood, sweat and shame; Open eyes, open mouth in silent scream; Face, skin and clothes, disfigured by the glass; Refusing that I've reached a stage of impasse; Come On! Come On! I wont let the heavens take you! As the crowd forms I scream, but they just stare; I cuss and I curse, and I damn well swear; Hands wrapped in clear plastic bags, I compress your chest; I feel your rips snap, I feel more crack; Don't even know your name, James? John? or Jack? Doesn't matter, not till the medics arrive; Into the ambulance you are lifted; Right then I thought this moment was gifted; Pat on the back, Cheer from the crowd, Job well done; Never thought saving your life could harm me; As you call in lawyers, I hear the banshee; No wonder no one else lifted a finger; T'was just being a good samaritan; You were the one who drank, drove and crashed the van; You almost died, why care about money; Should I have just kept on my way? Let you die? So I say so long, good tidings, goodbye; To the part of me that cares about others; © 2012 Jock EngelmanAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJock EngelmanNewcastle, New South Wales, AustraliaAboutI am a guy who has gone through a lot over the years, i have many illnesses which i manage quite well. But i am still riddled with many demons. I was bullied for many years, so now i use my years of t.. more..Writing
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