The week that wasn’t
Watching flesh
Watching needle puncture flesh
Feel needle, watch flesh, feel flesh
See blood, my blood
My flesh needle blood
.
I dreamed a dream of déjà vu
Only to wake and find it true
.
It’s the shiny white one
Which tablet?
.
Laying on crisp white sheets
Dressed in combats black
A tube from lung
Preventing any action
.
It’s the shiny white one
Which tablet?
.
Patients with patience
Those who have been, seen, done
The whole routine
No point rushing
Or hurrying staff
.
They swarm
Those white clad ones
Some with red bits
Some with blue
But they still swarm
.
It’s the shiny white one
Which tablet?
.
Death suspends tea service
It’s a matter of priority
Apparently…
So no biscuit either
For a while
.
And why is the fat fuck here?
With their extensive knowledge of food
Of additives – fat – sugar – salt levels
So why are they here?
Scooting round like a shelled dalek
Mumbling fatitudes
To all who don’t want to listen
Squeezed tires protesting
At every turn of the wheel
Such knowledge smothered in ignorance
Must be their glands
.
Which tablet?
.
It’s the shiny white one
Which tablet?
.
Of all the places
For the dark to rise again
Seething hatred for man kindred
Laying amongst whining suffering
My soulless heart lashes in silence
A phrase reverberates
They shoot horses…
.
Centre of their own universes
Each one, be all and end all
Vying for limited resources
Loudest gets most
From the swarm
.
A stereotype! No! Really?
Yes, a stereotype – the gay/camp
Male nurse
.
Ok ok
It’s the shiny white one
Thank you
.
Let me out
Please…
4 comments:
Sounds like a hospital, inc. I thought you were home. Or is the poem recollection? Those hospital people are not showing up too well.
yup, i'm home
and back to work even.
This is my recollection of the whole weeks events...
well, some of them, some of the stuff just wouldn't work as words, you'd have to see them...
To be honest, the staff were ok, as were 90% of the sick folk.
but those 10% really piss me off and spoil the whole thing for everyone...
i had eight people die when i was in.
horrid.
how dare death prevent bikkies??
hope you're doing ok
;0p
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