Ill lay he long, upon this last return,
Unvisited. The doctors put everything in the hospital
Into reluctant Henry
And the nurses took it out & put it back,
Smiling like fiends, with their eternal ‘we.’
Henry did a slow burn,
Collapsing his dialogue to their white ears
& shiny on the flanges. Sanka he drank
Until his memories blurred
& Valerie was coming, lower he sank
And lovely. Teddy on his handlebars
Perched, her. One word he heard
Insistent his broad shortcomings, then lay still.
That middle-sized wild man was ill.
A hospital is where it all has a use,
So is a makar. . So is substantial God,
Tuning in from abroad.