Hands rub one and other
Waiting for bad news.
Silent movements,
Mouths chewing away
Tearing at a calloused cheek.
One smiles at relief
News postponing the inevitable.
Lying to relatives
To save one big secret.
Knuckles popping
Heads nodding off,
A sister whispers
Her old mother coughs.
This is a human chop shop.
Somethings wrong,
'We'll get you a shot'.
A pyramid of disaster
Clarification of emergency.
A broken arm
Beats a crushed nose.
Aching stomach
Takes it all.
Cancer,
Ankle,
And broken heart.
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