10.25.2012

Hospital I


Here we are:
Waiting on to die.

––Hospital walls––
––All four sides––

Arms, legs, bandages,
Heads encased,
Blood running, spilling,
Antibiotic dripping
Filling
These empty vessels
Full of new hope,
Life,
Light,
Though darkness comes with night:
Darkness comes with night.

These shadows
On these walls
Waiting on us
To die,

Or get out––

Which way
will it end?
Which way
do it end?,
My dear, bandaged compatriots,
oxygen-inhaling brothers,
sisters puffing pillows,
children under needles,
parents and their fiddling fears––

These masked nurses,
surgeons,
peoples not wanting to touch
our sickened bodies
with bare hands
nor bare breath.

We all
Waiting on us
To die.

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