Poem

HollowThis is the way it all will endNot with a whimperNor guarded whisperBut a boom clangPan to the floor crash rattleBlast a hole in the drywallBall through the glass bangEverything smashedWhile only on the insideDo the walls crumbleWithout a sound downAnd I'm standing in rubble While I sweepThe shards of glass Poised to piercethe unprepared hideOn the outside7/21/19

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - July 20, 2019 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs