Another Snapshot
By C.S. Scotkin
Never know
when you go to a home
what devil lies in wait
to take your knowledge,
skills, assessment, toss them
out open windowed mind
when you need them most.
Poverty, ignorance,
four day old garbage greet me.
A devil, Pity, almost undid me,
as it already had a
once proud warrior, no armor
remaining, save threadbare sheet.
Imprisoned, with unseen screen
selling condos on the beach,
his screaming, silent eyes
beg for swift release…a call,
that necessary thing is done, this
cannot be his castle, he nods ascent.
Ambulance.
Hospital.
Long term placement.
Reward for a war he couldn’t understand.
Compassion leaves no room for pity.
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