The new woman had just left and was
back in clean clothes and wet hair
Called in for a second 10 hour
shift, on three hours’ sleep
and a shower
Who then asked
for the janitorial duties too
He listens close, as she speaks
as fast as she works, but in a
whisper
With just her voice lost to cancer
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nice use of irony. a potent poem.
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