Monday, May 29, 2006

No Young People Here




Does the brown man with slumped face stare?
One round eye fixed, one puffed slit slants
Still, in institution blues, sits in brake-locked wheelchair
His swollen head most times upright may nod by chance


One round eye fixed, one puffed slit slants
Parked in too bright halls, always in view
His swollen head upright most times may nod by chance
How did his body fail? Why does he look at you?


Parked in too bright halls, always in view
His slight distortion disturbing as his ubiquity
How did his body fail? Why does he look at you?
Roll by quickly, stomach wrenched, try not to see


this ugly state may be better than you
Still, in institution blues, sits in brake-locked wheelchair
stroked, he may rise soon, may walk, as you yearn to do
Does the brown man with slumped face stare?



Akua Lezli Hope

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