White face covers
Posted to Poetry
by californium on 2003-05-23 15:21:00
It was dark inside, the floor
squeaked when I shuffled.
I stepped into the room,
the beeps stopped.
I looked up from their bellies
and they looked down.
I didn’t make a sound.
Footsteps down the hallway.
Adults in white, ran
into the white, and gray room.
Gray hairs on the head of my
father’s father.
A bag of water came swinging.
Shine of metal and white face covers.
Someone squeezed my shoulders.
They walked me out,
looking at the ground,
and leaned in.
Holding close,
all-looked down,
and broke.
I’d never seen them cry.
But I could too.
Silence crosses over
who we are alone
knowing no one.
