medical check

The ward swarms with life

And absence from it,

Rooms barricaded from sight,

Children unknown to the horrors

Of their first needle,

Fluids fill cups

As residue spews from the translucent cylinder,

Suited ajamas mop the traditional linoleum floor,

The infinite stack of paper

To sign life away,

“Sit”, Perps the nurse

“No”, I choose not to take this lightly

Numbers drawn and pass,

67!! Calling 67!!

Ironically,

The line seems to grow with each number that has fallen

                                                                                     December 27, 2008