The heat in the day-room can put you to sleep
there’s a man reciting the days of the week like a prayer
he keeps his coat on, but he’s going nowhere
the place is a circus of contradictions
nurses anonymous as nuns push trays of benedictions
in all colours and shapes; on the tongue
they taste vaguely of a memory of Christ hung
for our sins on a mates rates tree
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