No Remedy

There are days when getting up is no remedy. So why bother? The door won't open. When I push through, I slip on the muddy floor and smash my head. In class, the teacher startles me: 'OK, that's good. Now get all the vomit out. Don't be squeamish.' Then, he goes to another student. I cradle my smashed head. It's going to be a month of hospital visits. Will it be as bad as before? Much worse, my hurting head says. Already the news tells us, the decent fighter lost. He hurts bad. Slick men with gold in their teeth targeted him. He fell like mist. What had he hoped to remedy today? And now puny rain falls where he fell, not far from where I fell. You know its stench - There's no remedy. (based on an idea by Vincent Poson)