EMT

EMT

The day we found him
there was stench
and gore
the work of a million maggots.
And I would have retched, really,
but for this moment on duty.

He was a corpulent one,
the mirror of society.
A face in the crowd within a crowd.
The dispatcher called it "unattended"
but I found no palpable evidence
of his ever being 'attended to'.

No name
no provider
no insurance
no past
and now, no future.

Weep not for us, the plastic driven,
numbed by the specter of mega-death,
consumed by greed.
Seduced by possession

O congress, why do I fear this fat man's passing?