__________________________
STUCK
Decisions don't work
Anymore.
My thoughtfulness has left
No trace
Since post nuclear holocaust,
I'm a doctor
Without his tools.
Surgery completed
By blunt and crude
Means.
The means of one's truthful surgical prowess.
What is done
Between a man's head and his hands
Is all there is.
Murder, Life, Birth
All are caressed
By rough palm and callus.
The same palm from which fear sprang.
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