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Frank C. Modica – 1 poem

Odyssey

 

 

He trekked three hours

to his dad’s house, his duty,

 

driving him to the hospital

for bypass surgery.

 

In the hospital for 9 hours,

he walked loops around the

 

brightly lit corridors, prayed

with the rest of the family.

 

Feeling like a boat tossed

about in the wake of a storm,

 

he raged against the gods,

besieged the nurse’s station.

 

He drove back home to rest,

waited for news. At the tenth hour,

 

a phone call–the blood sacrifice

on a surgical table. No mercy.

 

 

🍃

 

Frank C. Modica