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My American doctor has chaos neatly alphabetized next to spring gardens and 12 tips for a better you.

He doesn’t tend scabbed knees for free: there is a world beneath his waiting room window that isn’t pretty.

There I see fear flickering in a child’s eyes and her mommy is shopping. Somewhere.

She can’t be far, her lopsided cart overflows with  brickbats and pieces of a unique dream shattered into a million distinct pieces.

There are millions like her whose dazed eyes, gorged with destruction, tune in to empty stomachs and cold nights.

Though they are starving, an appetite for destruction has consumed their happiness.

Help has dialed 911 and gotten lost on a telephone line snaking to nowhere that really matters.

Lights and stop signs ignore their purpose and substitute as disaster’s jewels and destruction’s court jester .

Silently, the resolute cling to concrete Legos and open skies – oddly singing in triumph and praise.

Broken bodies shelter beautiful memories that torment in an ugly world decorated with despair.

Raised hands missing bodies grow from the concrete daring to ask somber questions.

There are no answers in this place, just pointed fingers and texting vigilantes cleaning up behind feeble children and the broken hearted.

Morbid cocktail parties stumble into the night under cover of anonymous blankets.

Crushed plastic, broken bodies, dust and rubble dance a two step with the grim reaper mixing.

Little girls with ankle high lace socks, network with rich bankers and thugged out boots missing bodies.

No one closes their eyes, no one opens their mouths under anonymous blankets.

No one exchanges names and answer only to the winds howling call.

Pictures carefully frame despair so that we can see, believe and then neatly close the magazine, before walking to our appointment.

http://www.soulpundit.com/2010/02/20/anonymous-appointment/