Wednesday, April 30, 2014

The hospital lives behind me:
sometimes I can feel it breathing
sometimes I feel the rhythm
of the heart monitors,
I watch the lights
flip on, then off,
as someone
draws the curtains 
I hear the helicopters
landing on the roof
with only seconds to spare.

Let them come and go
as they please;
it's not your job
to open and close
doors for the dead.

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