And somehow we’re already on our third Two-for-Tuesday prompt of the month. This is the one that shows up each and every April.
For this Two-for-Tuesday prompt from Robert Lee Brewer’s Write Better Poetry blog:
Write a love poem and/or…
Write an anti-love poem.
I love science and her glorious golden child,
modern medicine, without whom I’d be long dead.
As a boy, I was bussed across town with my schoolmates,
hustled into a strange gymnasium and, eyes wide and trembling,
a nail gun injected the polio vaccine into my chubby arm.
I didn’t cry but there may have been a tear.
The vaccines kept my young body safe, I did more damage
with bicycles and ramps than was done to me by any needle.
As I rushed to adulthood, my appendix perforated,
leaving toxic goo in my gut. Thanks to anesthetics
and antibiotics, it’s just a memory instead of an epitaph.
Yesterday I was in another school gymnasium surrounded
by masked people and we were all grateful, no fear,
only hope that soon it will be safe to hug our parents