Literature
Bromden's Poem
Im small.
Small like a little ant, grounded to the Earth with no freedom from the Mother Ant.
Im deaf.
Deaf like a snake who can hear the thumps and sounds of the world, but not the
voices.
Im scared.
Scared like a deer caught between car headlights, its life flashing before its eyes.
Im gone.
But wait
Maybe Im not small.
Theres a man, a McMurphy, who called me big.
Im big?
Big like a tree, strong as an ox, more powerful than the Combine.
But wait
Maybe Im not deaf.
That McMurphy puts his question into my palm and lets me answer it.
I can hear?
My ears