Sick Sadie

SICK SADIE

SHE WAS SO STUFFED UP,
THE AIR, THE BED, HER BODY.
THE LIGHT THROUGH THE WINDOW,
DANCED ON THE TABLE,
THE NOISE OF AN ANIMAL FLEEING,
FLEEING TO THEIR DEN ON THE APPROACH,
OF ILLNESS.

THE PINK TILES MERGED INTO STRANGE MONSTERS,
TWISTING THEMSELVES INTO FABLED CREATURES,
IN THE NIGHT OF A FLOATING MUSEUM,
PLAYING TO THE TUNE OF NELLIE THE ELEPHANT,
POUNDING OUT A BEAT IN HER TEMPLES.
SHE WAS ON A SEA HORSE SPIRAL,
OF HOT AND COLD,
AT ONCE DANCING WITH THE DRAGONS FIERY BREATH,
THE PLUNGING THE ANTARCTIC OCEAN ABOARD A PENGUIN.

SADIE'S TEETH GRATED UPON HER DRY CRACKING LIPS,
AS SHE STRUGGLED FOR AIRTO PASS HER RAW THROAT,
IN HER GOLDFISH BOWL OF MEDICINES,
SHE LAY IN THE WET PATCHES UNCOMFORTABLY,
TWISTING TO FIND AN ACCEPTABLE POSITION,
NOW THE DOCTOR HAD LONG DEPARTED FOR FEES ANEW.

HER STRESSED MOTHER COMFORTED HER,
FUSSING WITH LOVE AND CONCERN,
AROUND THE BED OF HER LITTLE PRINCESS,
FEELING THE PAIN,
OF BEING UNABLE TO SHIELD HER,
FROM THE CRUEL OUTSIDE WORLD,
THAT HAD FOUND IT'S WAY IN,
INVITING ITSELF TO THE VULNERABLE SADIE.

by Barry Conway

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