Talcum and ointment <br />suspend the rash <br />and the safety pinned cloth <br />refreshes the happy drool. <br /> <br />The crackle of starched white <br />accompanied by an antiseptic cloth <br />and another ‘accident’ <br />fills the biologics bin. <br /> <br />From that to this, <br />chronicled in Kodak <br />Instamatic and digital segues <br />in a book to be revealed <br />by the post mortem dig. <br /> <br />I once heard, <br />“They Shoot Horses. Don’t They”?<br /><br />Rusty Daily<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-shoot-horses-don-t-they/
