Hospital+Visit

Beeps Barps and wires and Tires They tell you the very certainty Of uncertainty A beleagured body surrounded By beleagured souls Hopeful prayers and clacking corridor stairs The smell Of sanitary on sanitary A better place Awaits with uncertainty The last vestiges of hope ride on a series Of buttons, digits Screens, beams and better brains. The dull droning that signals the end can be heard by and bye all around.