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Ward Ten Descents

April 25, 2016
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On waking, I heard no sound,

but noted, at five a.m.,

through a brightening window,

the long, slow, shallow descent –

a white tube of night fliers;

a package of people

pleased to return

to Birmingham International

as the rising sun

shattered the horizon.

 

On my left, in bed five,

I heard Colin’s struggled cough

in his long, slow, shallow descent

in a bed with rails

and with tubes, night-flowing –

a packaged patient

pleased to return

to Birmingham Heartlands

as the rising sun

split the cloud asunder.

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Ward Ten Peace

April 3, 2016
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See how tenderly she eases his pain

That sacred touch of empathy

That hand on that hand which knows

Barely discernable outside the pair

These two are one

And damage to one

Is joint and several.

Nurse arrives to steady him

And both are restored

But only her care is good enough

Nurse departs

She gently soothes and is enriched

By his internal purr

The engine tuned

Another mile on the old clock

Love prevails


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