So you visit Bill
in the serious burns ward
sort of hiding behind the huge bunch
of chrysanthemums
like a colossal, awkward bee.
Inside the oxygen tent
Bill looks much smaller,
like a sickly schoolboy.
Maybe because he's lost
his moustache.
You put a hand over your open mouth
and something like anger
catches in your throat.
We realise at the same time
that we love him
the irritating bastard.
We stay for half an hour
and watch him breathing.
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