The slow moving lift

I have come away from a crowd
A crowd of strangers in hospital

Faces mixing their mystery pasts
With my present, steeped in dark

Women in red hospital uniforms
Pushing wheelchairs, in and out ,

Old doctor not yet shuffling feet,
He who stands on others’ bones.

So many, death has not undone,
Who flow in the slow moving lift.

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