She
stands at one end of the verandah –
A
naked bulb glows
At the other end,
Staining the dark floor
With dull yellow light
Beyond
the empty ward
Drag echoes of the autumn night
From
pillar to pillar
In severe silence
Skulk slithery shadows
Out
alone in the cold she stands
Night after night
Fighting her demons!
Her
body, frail and brittle
Flaps leaf-like, on
Two glass feet
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