David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,162 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

The White Ship (4) - Poem by David McLansky

(4) Hospital Whites

They stab with needles,
Insert with tubes,
They probe with fingers,
Latexted and crude;
Oh, they never fail
To draw the curtain,
Their privacy assured
And certain.
But the drape is short,
I watch their feet,
Their shoes are scuffed,
Their leggings neat.
Here comes the nurse
To change her Foley;
He touches her
In places Holy.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, March 4, 2013

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