YISKA AND KNIFE.

Yiska slides
a knife blade
across her
soft pink palm
a thin line
of blood comes
seeping out
she watches
the blood seeps
down her arm
I watch her
and the knife
but am too
drugged up to
be alarmed
whoses the knife!
I ask her
thin red lines
mo"e downward
I stole it
from the tra#
supper time
while the nurse
was bus#
with the pills
she tells me
want the knife!
not $ust now
too drugged up
I tell her
blood drips down
to the floor
pitter pat
Yiska no
a nurse calls
from the door
of the room
put it down
Yiska stares
at the nurse
then at me
up to #ou
I mutter
the nurse stares
an%iousl#
another nurse
comes along
dont Yiska
the nurse sa#s
place down please
Yiska sighs
long and deep
then hands me
the handle
of the knife
I gi"e it
to the nurse
the fat nurse
takes Yiska
b# the arm
to a room
at the side
marked in red
&EDI'A(
the# go in
the door shuts
I stand there
while the nurse
the thin one
cleans the floor
of the blood
I stud#
the knife blade
Yiskas blood
settled there
best be off
the nurse sa#s
howd she get
the darn knife!
I am dumb
with the words
pack them off
in m# head
as I walk
to ga)e out
the window
at the fields
and tall trees
white with snow.