are the walls, the halls,
the sheets,
the doctors
are in white, the curtain
pulled around
the deceased.
nurses hurry by.
gurneys roll by with
bodies.
the smell
of antiseptic fumes
fill the air.
the voice of some
hospital god
is overhead, giving
orders
making urgent requests.
bells are dinging,
lights
flashing.
there are tears
and people weeping
in the hall,
bent on chairs,
flowers are
everywhere. i'll find
the exit
somewhere.
somewhere.
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