magnolia walls have become dirty to the floor
grey linoleum floors sticky past directional tape
the sweet smelly air scent of a chemical vape
porters holding trolleys going nowhere fast
waiting in line, stuck in a glued cast
a simple white elephant apparel of the past
chrome handled entrance, black mold on doors
overstuffed receptions, empty neglected drawers
queuing behind windows with breath stained glass
stagnant chairs of patients, sitting on their arse
signs in red or blue do not show; where to
a political pawnographical played in a game
became a place of bacteria hiding its shame
people of best intentions caring for the sick
choosing beds carefully, which one will they pick?
corridors of scattered drums, towels and gowns
a tiny little perspective from sitting here now.
