Petition Poem by Alex Fawell

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A blue plastic wheel
Spinning slowly on the axle a small electric motor
Quarter-turn a second
Whrrr
Hanging on an aluminum stand of bags & tubes
Pushing a short cylinder of pap
Down a quarter-inch PVC line
Up to the heavens
Down to the floor
Through nose & down bruised esophagus:
Sustenance.

Don't let my last meal come through a tube.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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