And so another day draws to its end
With all of us still here, or so it seems,
Because we only know family and friends
Survived to face another night of dreams.
We don’t see or care about awkward themes
Like strangers whose time came some time today,
Except in hospital wards where bright beams
Of unforgiving light show all that they
Can do is not enough. Though patients stay
Longer than in the old days, nurses send
The beds on wheels up corridors; no screams
From onlookers; doors closed - please look away.
Gods’ laps remain decisive. Still, pretend
That we have a say, fine medical teams.
Sat 12 Apr 2008
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