What goes out, what comes in
This hospital, This
cot ungrudgingly
accustomed to many like
me,
the osteoporosis inhabiting many,
the wailing, overloaded basket
in the corner awaits
the arrival
of the
cleaner, clad in
uniform
bored and battered,
doctor’s chart
determines no early discharge,
a week
more for
this weak bones’ asylum,
what
goes out is
the use d hypodermic ,
cotton
soaked in blood cots,
what comes in is the
Hope,
smile
in the face
of doctor.
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