I have come away from a crowd
A crowd of strangers in hospital
In dark corner of coffee machine
In the old lift slowly wending up
Like old men shuffling their feet,
Gliding like new stranger cloud
A crowd of strangers of mystery
Faces mixing their mystery pasts
With my present, steeped in dark
A dark of coffee machine corner
Little knot of dark around pillars.
Women in red hospital uniforms
Pushing wheelchairs, in and out ,
Their pasts mixed with present.
Old doctor not yet shuffling feet,
He who stands on men’s bones.
So many death has not undone,
Who flow in a slow moving lift.