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.