Walking through the Hospital
Its in the air that smell of what , its there but hard to click in the memory of past smells reject reject we do not want to know
The people most with looks of strain on faces stretched with adult awareness of this place of healing or dying .
A woman asks for the cancer ward alone she walks carrying her doom with dignity
A child whimpers on the bed Another lying a strange still eyes staring in another place of wonder we hope.
Our patient 4 years old already up and wanting out as she struts around her broken arm of no concern
Its all a Theatre where life stumbles on a stage to either walk off or disappear down some hidden hole
In the carpark the rain falls down the air is fresh and life calls the fit .....
@ Neil furby
