Space

The hospital lift slowly wends up
Like old men shuffling their feet,

Gliding like a new stranger cloud
A crowd of strangers of mystery

Faces mixing their mystery pasts
With my present, steeped in dark

A dark of coffee machine corner
Little knot of dark around pillars.

Women in red hospital uniforms
Pushing wheelchairs, in and out ,

Old doctor not yet shuffling feet,
He who stands on men’s bones.

I now carry a space in my body
Of the dark corners of hospital.

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