the hospitals
over stretched mortuary
struggles two floors below
short-staffed maternity wards
short-staffed maternity wards
&
theres unweeded corners
where swollen formica
has been dumped in the damp
& the fag butts pile up
&
in time
self-shred
big hearts weep stress tears there
smoking one hundred cigarettes
& steel coffins
line the corridors
silent so silent
against the cries & calls
of the nursery activity
one
level
above
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