OutcastA Poem by Wilyem Clark
Each sneeze portends a viral doom,
Each cough, tuberculosis; You'd better not tell your folks or friends About your minor nasal quirks, Or they'll label you a leper From now until the undertaker, Fifty years from this healthy age, Affixes a sanitary seal To your plywood coffin. They'll hold every rhonchal emission against you: Every sniffle and honk is the tick of a bomb Certain to blast them into perdition. They will hold you to account for Every random pain they suffer, Every ill and perceived injustice, Any cloud that mars their clear blue skies, For you are the grim pariah. So keep your maladies to yourself! Don't gurgle or whimper or moan, Lest those "faithful comrades" turn on you And confine you to the lazarette. © 2021 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on December 2, 2021 Last Updated on December 2, 2021 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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