St. Somebody’s

Not..
That hospitals
Are bad if you
Need one

I must admit
Other plans have
Not prevailed
But writing
This poem

Being better
Than the altrnative,
& if this is the last
One I’d recommend the
One before

Though this
Is no dark
Thing I’ve been
Pulled back before

A woman moans
From across the hall
From pain while their protocol
Can’t help she moans on & on
Nurses don’t want to bother Doctors
some do & care Clara Barton
Ministering Angels not stopping
To inquire who’s on the list
The rest is triage & a corporate dice roll
Save prayers of sisters, prayers of brothers,
Prayers of Fathers, prayers of Mothers.