Emergency
Medical Unit
translucent faces
like pale children’s
portraits,
watery eyes towards me.
In the dim ward
the only noise is my exhaustion
retching in the early morning
one old man is wheeled in
he cries
pity for pity
give me
fresh water
Nurses hurry past him,
brandish his plastic cup and
bellow in his hairy ear, here
See– Water’s here!
His glass is filled
Wailing still
please
fresh water
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