There’s pain everywhere,

And I don’t think I’m


Much about it

Issues in the neighborhood

Still stand

In the house are

Grievances unspoken, which go

Better than confrontations

Bearing fruit in violence,

If only verbal


And so with all

The awfulness that’s

Really going on—sickness,


Wanting to rush around

The scientific process


For fear of more

That’s terrible—I ask

Maybe we ask

For something better than we

Tend to be

A cure

At least a treatment for more

Than symptoms (though

grateful for that),

Frankly, a beatific day

Not until tomorrow


C L Couch



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