Friday 26 November 2010

#77: Vital Signs

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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