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Coma Author(s): Dennis Schmitz Source: The Iowa Review, Vol. 10, No. 3 (Summer, 1979), p. 106 Published by: University of Iowa Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20155446 . Accessed: 14/06/2014 19:17 Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at . http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp . JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. . University of Iowa is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to The Iowa Review. http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded from 185.2.32.89 on Sat, 14 Jun 2014 19:17:51 PM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions

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ComaAuthor(s): Dennis SchmitzSource: The Iowa Review, Vol. 10, No. 3 (Summer, 1979), p. 106Published by: University of IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20155446 .

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Coma Dennis Schmitz

done with myself, I asked

to lie down with the stroke victims, to be one with those who keep themselves

in being by concentration, the war deaths who wake in a civilian eternity,

the army re-ups, the cancer-sufferers

who adore their own dying for whom the fear of living again

blurs the fear of death: a fatigue not with pain, but with habit.

already I've practice-slept

the Vietnam War through? if My-Lai happens it happens in this unrelieved

dreaming that blooms white-haired

out of the brainlight traced on the monitor

by my bed?an aging the technician

waits for before he calls the White House

& Mr. Truman answers that

he remembers me as a boy spread

sleeping across a pew tired of the Lord

who let the Chinese cross the Yalu.

my wife has grown older

by the same relentless science that keeps her

awake, why can't I die

of this blindness rusted into my head?

what I once saw I saw unable to be moved,

a scapegoat,

a secondborn?

in group therapy the last one to answer, to make a memory, only the prosthetic

heroes can will to pick up this world?sweating, they flail, they tap,

they pinch for it as it rolls

out of the therapist's hands, very small.

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