Part One: Images of a Medical
Mummy Emporium and the Single-Payer Sarcophagus
In
attempting to comprehend the mechanical logic of the American healthcare
system,
I
am drawn to the idea of a pharmaceutical concoction that delivers conceptual-immortality
A
fountain of youth in a pill conjured for market and sold to living mummies
In
an upside-down pyramid of wealth mortared by ticker symbols and rationalized
profit
The
fragility of a billionaire’s bottom-line invaded with rectal cancer
Fuming
in breathes in design mechanics of a tell-tale heart murmuring
Under
spider-silk skin catching flies in the standard lie
“Imagine
how much worse it could be!
Don’t
you want to live forever?
Here’s
eternal salvation in a capsule.”
Wanting
perpetuity and to get paid as a premium-member.
The
kind that receives rather than sees deductions form a wage
Employees
and employers funding the pipers to take away the rats
Who
keeps the plagues coming? Ever ask
yourself that?
Take
away the scraps and be happy with that, as sixty-seven percent serves
From
the kitchen like Hattie Carroll or angry about who took whose bone
While
the taste of meat remains illusionary above a table cloth throne
To
fund a system which, in part, pierces the grasp of death like a miracle ward
Kings
thirst to lather indestructibility to territory like an inoculate sunscreen
from time
A
system focused on the novelty of such a pursuit is accelerated to this myopic
ideal
By
ignoring the base-needs of the populace conquered in thresholds long-ago
Yet
minstrels must be paid and the men ringing exchange-bells sound their
instruments
The
orchestra is broken up so that the oboes are in Oakland, the French horns in
Philadelphia
Trombones
in Topeka and bassoons in Birmingham, as the melody diffuses into an
intelligible utterance
The
symphony is sunk into segregation sprayed thick with the distance of a purchase-decision
So
that buyer never sees seller, beguiled into believing there is a choice being
made
At
the sign-in counter plastic-cards become people, nurses staring at the eyes in
the codification
As
if the rectangle has a photograph or deoxyribonucleic acid embossed with the
seal of love
Rather
than the entry-key of men to private planes or golf courses sinking balls into
water hazards
Spelunking
for an orb in a primordial brew of refuse that one of these chromosomes is a
Titlist
The
idolatry of the bourgeoisie to say single-payer is no market and the
fortune-teller research
Will
halt the armory to pernicious disease to spread like trickling acidic rain
So
that women become segregated from their fetuses as umbilical cords get
auctioned to wrinkle cream emporiums or a suppository Sanhedrin to create
dividends with circumcision leftovers
Synthetic
health equals wealth
Summed
up in, “Nah, I will keep the difference.”
It’s
just a stock to me, who’s it killing?
Fucker
that dividend is blood money
As
if the N.I.H. didn’t fund most of the research for America’s contractions
Similarity
of fear, to a minimum-wage default raise-panic reaction
Mass-unemployment,
longest-lines in the doctor’s office traffic
Wrapping
buildings and brains with impossible images of atheist-communists
Pissing
on pictures of Jesus as the working-poor await a peek at affordable medical
care
Like
a celebrity approaching from the distance surfing a crowd
For
a notion spoken about from crossed lips, but drifting away in the specificities
For
the delivery of an impossible amalgamation of common burden and benefit
That
we are all in this together rather than the ultimate hunger game
Of
if I help this other now, my spot in ordered-service is threatened for survival
The
administrative web sticks the logic that where one works is what one organism
is worth
Along
with her dependents like a traffic jam of equating wealth with human decency
And
treasure with a bank account; so that doubt stays in the hay of the manger by
the donkeys
To
push for what should be said like the truth of a singularity in the sty of
congress abnormality
To
uncover that like a ripe peach in summer season that an organic body
Could
be the least expensive while in the prime of sensorial taste preventative bonanza
Defying
the logic that escargot or saffron is preferable due to its scarcity
Than
a North American blueberry in May
As
value could be beaming out of every face like an un-purchasable sun
if
let to science rather than finance
For
if there is no paradigm to profiteer, men will be scheming to design one
Over
a broken arm, a bursting artery, a treacherous cellular pancreas holding
insulin hostage
So
that rather than the healthy being thankful to pay a moderate tax for what is
rarely used
And
be thankful for the disparity in attendance for the encumbered to find respite
We
elect to thrash as islands of men aside an ocean of gasping swimmers
Trading
decades of labor to fund a temporary flotation device from cancer or a
bone-marrow buoy
While
one has that kind of employment; I see you.
I hear you. Wasting away, fighting battles of blame
While
the emperors win the wars, because you can’t see the forest for the coughs
No comments:
Post a Comment