Song of a hospital

Rhythmic, incessant, mindless
moaning from the hall.
A proposal on the monitor,
I am not the one he calls.

His face is on the screen
like isotopes through the six foot door.
He's been dying for days,
I've seen this story for before.

Some die like batteries
slowly, running down,
others like glass
when it quickly meets the ground.

You know,Death is life
hard for us to believe.
A child at daycare, wondering,
when mommie leaves.

The end will be empty
if you lack trust.
An awareness ends,
to a simple bowl of dust.

I in the office
amidst patient rounds.
Close the door
there is still living business on the grounds.