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Can you hear her voice?
Can you hear her voice?
Peace is one
Damned
wretch
Its veil
often
Misleads us
from all
The wars being
fought
In the eerie,
deafening
Silence
of the night
Like this one
doctor girl
I was hearing about
on TV
When I was taking
a bath
Her spirit visited me
To tell a story-
I am dehydrated,
loathed
and feel like
shit
working
In that thing
called a PPE
Treating all those
patients
For 7 months straight
Haven't seen
mi familia
No quarantine
for me
It's my
responsibility
to cure and save
as many lives
as possible
As long as my
hands
permit me
To haul
the oxygen cylinders
For some
poor folks'
Having trouble
breathing
Squirming like a toad
on the road
Lining up like ants
on an anthill
As if we could
deliver
some kinda
salvation
Or at least
write a better
Cause of death
Than some damned
RNA virus of
Micrometers creating
havoc
in their system
When we don't have the
cure
When we don't even have the
right to breathe
When we don't even know the
meaning of the word
'normal'
anymore
I tested
positive
3 big hospitals
refused to
admit me
"Lack of beds"
they said
I died on the
street
Under an
electric pole
Choking on my own
vomit & blood
Shit and piss dripping
down my uniform
They
half-cremated me
on the pyre
Before throwing me
into the river
All the time
I shrieked
"Can you
hear
me?
I
exist!"
