code blue

the nurses won't meet
you eye to eye.
they are busied
with the next room,
the next prelude
to death. they are
heavy in the hips,
unable to eat or
walk off the cloak
of sadness that
is there day. no matter
how colorful
their hats and gloves
are, their thin
pajamas belted
around them, they
can't shake what
comes, what goes
here in this strange
and glimmering
sterile place.