Plans in A Minor

A Poem by Jesse Harman

The drummer played his shuffle as the tinny man

Prayed to Father Time. Each prayer

Shorter, more abstract than before.

Heart monitors flutter, a swan song.

Snare and cymbal in constant interplay.

A shade �" shadowed breath with machine’s aid.

God abandoned this hospital room

Seamlessly replaced by daytime television

And late evening infomercials.

I am in this room

Observing your labored life, and here

I feel the love the tinny man described.

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Added on February 8, 2016
Last Updated on February 8, 2016
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