Who is on the plum tree?
This is an unusual Wednesday Corner, as I am choosing to post a poem by a wonderfully talented friend of mine who writes about a subject close to many of our hearts. Aprilia Zank has written what she calls an “Ugly Poem.” But it is far from ugly ~ shocking perhaps ~ relevant certainly! Most of us have had family members spend time in hospital, or have spent time there ourselves. We might have watched loved ones die. We might have been close to death ourselves. When we enter hospital, we enter a different world ~ one of life and death, hope and tragedy. We become startlingly close to complete strangers ~ making of them gods as we place our lives and the lives of those we love, in their hands. Aprilia describes the experience beautifully… I have added a picture of the hospital where my life was saved when I was a child…Thank you Aprilia for your great poem.
By Aprilia Zank
this is an ugly poem
this is a wicked poem
this is a poem about corpses lined up in antiseptic bags in the basement
this is a poem about weary customers drawing numbers for refundable purgatories on the ground-floor
this is a poem about a young girl on the third floor pulling tight at the pink of her hoodie to conceal the baldness of her head
this is a poem about an old titan on the ninth floor reading instructions how to grow titan vertebrae from his Phoenix wings
this is a poem about the twelfth floor where hurrying visitors carry intricate flower bouquets for newborn cherubs
this is a poem about hell and heaven
this is a love poem
copyright Aprilia Zank 2014