JR

There is life is here and sadly 

so too, that heinous demon death,

amongst the tumult the clatter, the 

bongs beeps dings and hums

there is a gentle grace,

they move serenely and do their job

incognito masked, with values shared

from passive cleaner to the knowing 

expert in his field, 

the chatty landladies who change the beds,

the studious nurse dispensing pills,

the coat hook where one’s dignity hangs

as I am toileted like a child,

but within this microcosm

I am the undeserving star,

I am cut and neatly sewn

on the poulterer’s slab

not dead, lucky to be given life

in a game I had to win

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© Graham Sherwood 06/21