Social Sway by Anita Hotty - WordPress.com

I want to cryRun like little girl responseBoy stories laugh and anger themselvesBoth at the same timecoysway eightBut I know my title,I comfort inwardsas the safety of pre-planrelieves me in ‘copter ‘peller whirlsspinning Tasmanian pirouettesWeakened cough‘Companied by his confusedilating his brain deteriorationI tell them his story:Tubing jolts his positionHead turnedBeats of six faint unpromisingMechanism just thatThe paraschooled alphabetizewhile I watch corner-eyedguilty for my intrusionI ‘tempt to rush others awayFrom the chaos of lost brother loveDetermined to work the dayFor camaraderie’s sakeSick sake, for my thoughtsBut i cannot protect them soon enoughand all I want is to wipethe up-spill from off his chinAs they close his lids downMy piggy brothers will drink tonightto rememberThen work tomorrow as though just another dayWhere limping legsfrozen fingersblistered feetinfected chinsmetallic sliversNothing – Nothing will deny the extra safety pointsthat add to the Push man’s payHUNG 154