(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