Centuries in the Waiting Room

Perhaps, as like lullabies
And frenzies of a time too long,
Madness lurks in every corner;
Every feat covered by wrongs
Every miracle much too...
Harsh... for the cues taken from thee.

Hate lingers effervescent
Among the tideless and the tidekissed
For those first beyond the door's cures.
No injured sick beyond medic gates
Jealous of another's hope:
Only health, happiness... or dead.

Too much time lingering broke.
Stomach empty, hale or hark comes
The angel dressed in Rosemary
Holding a yew branch to guide
Towards tomorrow inland,
N' Chrysanthemum wreathed tombstones.


ISA

For those trapped in Hospitals, Waiting on Cures.