The Demolition Man
Will the demolition man know
what lies within these age-old walls,
five-shilling a yard foundations
evolved from historic battlefields.
Will he taste if it is blood
bone, heart or skin
hiding within empty wards, waiting
to succumb to the unknown.
As the echo of his steel toe boots
reverberates through corridors
and daylight cracks the dome,
will he catch his own reflection
in the detail of the dirt-stained glass.
And if he is overcome
with a need to pause –
will he hear the whispers of the lost,
pleading for the signal
of the wrecking ball's release.
Then as the hospital falls
will the demolition man look,
far beyond the plume of smoke and dust,
to the smiling face of the child -
freed from the suffering
of her mothers last goodbye.