Hospitals Feel like God

Pazuzu

A boy screaming in pain

sounds like Jesus preaching.

A teen girl giving birth only

to let it go looks like the ghost.

 

While walking to your bed

I took a wrong turn, 

room twenty-three was not 

where I left it. I ran into a friend.

Quiet and wise he was

hung from an IV hook, blood-

soaked silver floating in

His stomach. 

 

He asked me how heaven was. 

I told him it was loud.

He said that it was only the

beeping. I breathe a mouthful 

of blood, who do I think I am?

 

Am I Gabriel, cursing a girl

to greatness, at the expense

of her son?

 

Am I Peter, a fisherman lost

in the flurry, denying my

own salvation?

 

Am I Pilate, bound to kill,

washing my hands of

my mistakes?

 

Or am I just here, 

sat puddled in relief

that I’m not alone my-

Self?

 

There are more souls

in Heaven, Judas says, 

than Hell could ever hold.

 

I turn away and quake.

 

My hand trembles in yours

as a thorn takes your blood

the Eucharist of your own.

 

A speck of dust On a speck 

of dust swirled together, holding

one another. Together alone 

within

 

Him.

  • Author: Pazuzu (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 5th, 2023 13:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: Aren't hospitals weird.
  • Category: Religion
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  • Andi

    Puddled is an amazing word to use!!



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