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Paramedic (2020)

  • Writer: Robert Glover
    Robert Glover
  • Jun 29, 2020
  • 1 min read

Updated: May 5, 2023


Jupiter blue drones

behind my damp

twinge-ridden back,

noise blending with

huffs and chuffs

that suck at the n95

and cycle fog

through Condor lenses

Rubber-glove-clumsy

clammy hands

splashing decon across

the non-skid floor of the

patient box.

Just a human scrub brush,

shedding bristles.


Disinfectant makes

fucked up sumi-e,

limned indigo from

that UV bulb in the back…

angel glow.

Heinous wounds

shone blue at Shiloh-

Covid a war zone

no less


my last Lysol baptism

followed our final run-

face to the firehouse vault,

sodden feet in the boot bucket,

sprayed acrid front and back

for noxious safety

Jupiter blue washes all.

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