Red Poem by Dave Dunn

Red


He stood gazing down at the woman
Dispassionate as the red life fluid
Drained slowly away from her
Body quiet, still, torpid


She lay there relinquishing her blood
His thoughts were not for her state
Rather he dwelt upon the clinical facts
The need that her loss would sate


Soon it was all over
The flow ceased
The man bent over her
And spoke


'Just wait ten minutes before you get up'
He advised in a dull monotone
And as he extracted the needle
'Tea and biscuits in the next room'



(c) Rhumour
July 10th 2008