the forgotten Christmas celebrators...
The personnel is leaving,
going home to celebrate with families
as far away as possible from all their patients,
left in wheelchairs or in bed
alone
to manage by themselves
to do their things in nappies
quarrelling within themselves
and fighting against memories, regrets and worries
in increasing darkening despair
while friends and relatives do also quarrel
about how to care for them
and doing nothing
except waiting for their heritage
and crtiticising those who really care,
while all those vast hospital corridors
echo from depletion in extremest emptiness
more desert than a desert
covered in a windowless and sterile claustrophobia
letting no one out
except the personnel
who take their holiday
as far as possible from all their dying patients.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-12-22 at 17:03
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Love at the hospital
The personnel is leaving,
going home to celebrate with families
as far away as possible from all their patients,
left in wheelchairs or in bed
alone
to manage by themselves
to do their things in nappies
quarrelling within themselves
and fighting against memories, regrets and worries
in increasing darkening despair
while friends and relatives do also quarrel
about how to care for them
and doing nothing
except waiting for their heritage
and crtiticising those who really care,
while all those vast hospital corridors
echo from depletion in extremest emptiness
more desert than a desert
covered in a windowless and sterile claustrophobia
letting no one out
except the personnel
who take their holiday
as far as possible from all their dying patients.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 405 times
Written on 2006-12-22 at 17:03
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