Hospital Poem

This poem was written in hospital after my heart attack. The poor old woman down the corridor kept up her verbal assault on the silent walls throughout the night.

NEW LIFE

Alberto! Alberto!

Carla! Carla!

Rasping, harsh she called to being

Phantasmal sounds, the faceless manic

Remains of private life, that pierced an

Unresponsive corridor space in quiet hours

Alberto! Alberto!

Carla! Carla!

No functionary hand will

Break this marching band

Nor can the living sleep

Until they die..........

Alberto! Alberto!

Carla! Carla!