Peris-Productions

I have always hated hospitals. You find yourself at a loss when observing   The final embodiment of a life well lived. Impaired and grounded A lucid spark lingers, you can see it, But don’t want to stare. Be polite. Am I there for him or for me? Anecdotally, I‘ll be glad to have gone. Upon reflection, it was good that I was able to go. That New Years Eve spent on a deathbed with Intravenous resolutions rigged up to   Flush through a packed-up liver. The £1 Kodak batteries, unopened, Lie next to his Walkman.   I wish the doctors could fix us as quick: “Great Granddad’s playing up and warping his words