Divine and white, <br />you’re an aspirin fit for the gods, <br />the powdery ghost of Gandhi <br />conjured into a bottle, <br />glorious as the bones of Buddha <br />ground into white dust. <br />How truly miraculous <br />the way you dissolve on my tongue, <br />like a peppermint, like a host— <br />the way you bury my grief <br />like a diamond ring, like a seed.<br /><br />Chris Tusa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prozac/
