(untitled #17) Poem by bob barci

He called for help.
No one came.
On the ground he lay
yelling in pain.
No one heard.
Thirty minutes later,
with the help of a pole
he managed to pull himself up.
Too painful to walk,
he limped like Igor to the door.
In time, the others arrived.
Some questioned the limp.
No one seemed to notice
the pain he was in.
The job just had to get done - quickly.
He was left to himself and his pain.

He called his boss at home.
No way could he walk on his ankle
that had doubled in size.
At reasonable time,
he showed his doctor.
“Play it safe, have an x-ray.”, Doc had said.
Three hours later, he was told.
“See here? There are fractures.”
Another place, another doctor.
A cast is put on.
Rules and regulations are given.
Finally home, he calls the boss.
“Can’t work for at least a week,
but will show up to show off.”



Unfinished