by Gilmore Graves
He had a stroke
I was his nurse
And I heard his wife scream
Crying, begging the insurance company
“What are we supposed to do then?”
As Medicaid ran dry
They watched their daily propaganda
The president will sign a new bill
“He’s gonna save us”
Her husband’s left eye met mine
Buddy, don’t look at me
I don’t even have insurance
Gilmore Graves is a poet and cynic who writes of political disillusionment. He imagines a bleak future in this poem.
