the prettiest nurses
are the busiest ones
work
their way
up
the sick ladder - away from the front line
climb up
some young Dr.s snug Farah legs
not the teenage
chatty
cash & club hungry/still training
long shifts wash over them
in moans
not the fish wives
in blue dress ruts/attitude in their
wide pores
bounce from
ward to ward
not the motherly
eager to smile
living
on the front line
with monumental
tolerance
- all the put upon salt of an old earth
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