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.