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Memo To Accounting From Wallace Stevens
She is a ghost, Now.
A chilling slice of wind that curls
around the hairs of your forearm.
Refusing to leave in such a fashion,
She is a ghost.
Taken not by the disease
that wracked the body,
but simply by some ink on a page
a pen in the hand
a job at a desk
an office in a building
a policy at a company
a bottom line on a spreadsheet
that said this disease could withstand
modern medicine and
modern accounting that says
While we buy a war and a campaign and a Lexus,
We can't afford to save everybody.
[I was asked to write a poem in the subject of health care]
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Comment by Jodie Ann Christiansen on December 11, 2010 at 11:12pm
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sensing reality and regret here
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Comment by stephen dijoseph on December 6, 2010 at 10:11am
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really powerful J. Barrett Wolf !
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Comment by Ericka Gray on December 5, 2010 at 12:33pm
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Pardon the pun but that is truly haunting.
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Comment by wiffledust on December 3, 2010 at 2:23pm
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when you include a photo in the body of the blog, it's easier seen in featuring...up to you!
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I think this poem is great!
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it's sooo true. and you did it so beautifully. it's sad that it's so true. but you captured it well!
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