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Critical Care
A poem about critical care / intensive care
The corridors of critical care
Are printed in grey-scale
The floors are grey
The walls are grey
The patients are grey
And nurses’ working 13-hour days
Maroon uniforms
Slowly fade to grey
In the corridors of critical care
The corridors of critical care
Aren’t somewhere you want to know your way around
Tubes in mouths
Tubes in hands
Tubes in throats
A left leg pokes out from under a sheet
Stitched up with a fat needle and thread
Keep your eyes to the ground
In the corridors of critical care
The corridors of critical care
Loved ones cling onto each other
Sharing fears
Sharing courage
Sharing tears
Things are not all right
Dignity didn’t find its way past security
Composure crumbles away
In the corridors of critical care
