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Richard Zola









"that metal medical bed"

when she was dying
i saw my mother's genitalia
(brown and healthy pubic hair)
as she tried to get out of
that metal medical bed

and she saw me see
and smiled
and laughed

i smiled, then looked away

the machine that showed her heart rate
reached 180

a nurse came and asked me to leave
and i was laughing

the nurse said
this is not a party
your mother is very ill

death is not an illness
my mother said
it's a sort of degradation

2000 Richard Zola




Biography:
Surprised to be alive . . . sometimes pensive; often defensive . . . have been helpless, hopeless, helper, and helped.

You are cordially invited to visit Richard's personal poetry web site. For those with delicate sensibilities, I will warn you that much of Richard's material deals with mature themes and subject matter. Poems containing adult content are clearly marked.

Web Site:
Richard Zola



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