Should you come to visit me, this is what you'll see,
And nothing more:  a man, inert, beneath a blanket,
Dabbing at his nose, and coughing, coughing,
COUGHING violently, so often that he feels as if
He's broken all his ribs.  His wrists and shoulders
Also ache.  Should you observe me long enough,
You'll notice that I close my eyes quite often.  I am
Keen to sleep.  Perhaps I will, but, soon enough,
I'll cough myself awake.