Poetry by Hans Steiner

CHARON’S FERRY BUILDING

The way he sits has changed.

He slumps.

He sleeps

While sitting

And he looks pathetic

When we leave.

 

What started it was just

A cold

Passed on by an 

Ever coughing infant.

He sits

His belly out

No  more contained by shirt and belt.

His getting up:

A rocking in the chair

A desperate grasp

Onto his walker

A hissing laugh

When he falls back,

Not having gotten

Anywhere. 

 

After a fall from bed

He screams to pick him up.

I think he said

I need to go,

I want to go into

A nursing home.

 

Long silence then.

To which I answered

You think long and hard

Bout that one

Cause that is where

He picks you up.

MD MAGAZINE, ACCEPTED, DEC 2016

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Dr. Steiner is currently working on a collection of poems entitled, "Chameleon." It includes his poetry from 2008 to current. The collection is under consideration.