| Alfred Kreymborg, ed. Others for 1919. 1920. | | | | The Red Cross | | By Evelyn Scott |
| | | ANTISEPTIC smells that corrode the nostrils | |
| Crumble me, | |
| Eat me deep, | |
| And my garments disintegrate. | |
| First my nightgown, | 5 |
| Leaving my naked arms and legs disjointed, | |
| Sprawled about the bed in postures meaningless to the point of obscenity. | |
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| My breasts shrivel, | |
| The nipples drawn like withered plums | |
| To the eyes of the bright young nurse. | 10 |
| I am nothing but a dull eye myself, | |
| An eye out of a socket, | |
| Bursting, | |
| Contorted with hideous wisdom. | |
| Eye to eye we fight in the death throes, | 15 |
| Myself and the young nurse. | |
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| Her firm crisp aproned breast leans toward the bed | |
| As she smoothes the rumpled pillow back | |
| With long cool fingers. | | | | |
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