Hospital
Posted on Thursday 1st April 2010 6:36 pm
I'm not sure I'm worthy,
Of the overbearing building,
Looming and leering,
In which I was born.
It seems to shout backwards
in time to a place
where the nurses looked creepily nun-like.
It seems to keep memories,
Hiding in corners, under trolleys
In tubes and in tanks.
It's all in the entrance,
Forbearing and firm,
Screams back to asylums,
To internment and prisons.
Internally modern, fully maintained,
Smeared with death memories,
The smell of loss.
Although equally rife,
with the writhing of life,
Like myself at my birth,
All mashed up.
A machine-like creation line,
And a conveyor belt of death,
Housed within the screaming walls,
Of the omnipresent, omniscient,
Royal Berks.
Of the overbearing building,
Looming and leering,
In which I was born.
It seems to shout backwards
in time to a place
where the nurses looked creepily nun-like.
It seems to keep memories,
Hiding in corners, under trolleys
In tubes and in tanks.
It's all in the entrance,
Forbearing and firm,
Screams back to asylums,
To internment and prisons.
Internally modern, fully maintained,
Smeared with death memories,
The smell of loss.
Although equally rife,
with the writhing of life,
Like myself at my birth,
All mashed up.
A machine-like creation line,
And a conveyor belt of death,
Housed within the screaming walls,
Of the omnipresent, omniscient,
Royal Berks.
Jeff Dawson
Fri 14th Aug 2009 12:07
Hiya Beth, nice one, and there's me thinkin it was some fetish you had for doing things in kitchens, cookin obviously, hope to see you soon.
Don't know if you've got to any poetry gigs but just to let you know that we've had to cancel the Tallulahs one - problem with venue, completely out of Half Evil or WOL control, hope to see ya soon Jeff xx