(Hospital Vespers)

Doctors played your dosage like a card trick Scrabbled down the hallways yelling ”Yahtzee!” I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic Something called "The Politics of Lonely" A toothbrush and a Quick Pick with the plus You tried not to roll your sunken eyes And said ”Hey can you help me? I can't reach it” Pointed at the camera in the ceiling I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see Turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling Before the nurses came, took you away I stood there on a chair and watched you pray