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Mistrial – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Trial – RDP Sunday

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Mistrial

He lay
feeble, in a field of pillows
his face sallow,
jaundiced,
frail,
the air in his room was fetid
assaulting everyone;
five years he’d battled,
ravaged,
nuked and puked
to no avail,
but he’s not done yet
he’s got one more shot,
some new drug trial
no guarantee,
a dream,
hope
with which he holds his
string of life together with,
and just one more day.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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