Dread And Sleep Poem by Suki Nakamura
Dread And Sleep
the hospitals are haunted
by old green gowns.
none are white or black with
beads and buttons
or brown with tassels.
most of them are strange
with ropes and
scythes and hammers
made of sandal wood.
the children do not dream
of snakes and poinsettias
there on the faraway land
and here
on this old town
a man is drunk and lying on the
street at noon
catching dragonflies
in his dreaded sleep.
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