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Lexington, MA
Correspondence to: Marian Kaplun Shapiro, EdD, 17 Lantern Ln, Lexington MA 02421; e-mail: MKSHAPIRO{at}RCN.COM
Editors Note: Marian Kaplun Shapiro has a Doctorate and practices clinical psychology. Her poetry and professional writings have been widely published.—Michael Zack, MD, Section Editor of Pectoriloguy.
Studying a Film on the Treatment of Burns
The Black foreman tripped. His left leg
disappeared into the vat, boiling
with aluminum. We take
careful notes. We learn the treatment
protocols. We remove our glasses.
We are grateful for our hearing aids
which we will choose to do without. But
memories are burned into our skin:
The helpless lassoed with flaming
tire necklaces of gasoline.
Pan Am passengers drifting
in pieces from the cloudless English skies.
It is a lovely summer day.
Forward three months. The foremans leg has healed,
brown boiled melanin paled into
tea-rose pink. Its said hell be all right.
The foreman thanks the doctors. He feels lucky.
He goes on. He returns to work.
Others die in other fires. Ghost-
witnesses, waiting patiently
to speak. They come to us at night.
Received for publication June 15, 2007. Accepted for publication July 12, 2007.
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