Passing Through.

from skin and bone of dying

men their rasp like breathing

heard and through the

polyester screen a nurse’s

hurried word – I think the

padre’s come today – she

scurries off half scared and

someone brings my breakfast

in just as the guy next door to

me I think has passed a turd

 

 

◄ Obit.

Downed Tools. ►

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Philipos

Tue 4th Jan 2011 09:07

Hi Steve - thanks for commenting on 'Passing Through' a subject many would avoid out of nervousness I think

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