Doctors played your dosage like a card trick
Scrabbled down the hallways yelling "yahtzee!"
I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic
Something calling "The Politics Of Lonely"
a toothbrush and a quickpick with the plus
You tried not to roll your sunken eyes and said,
"Hey can you help me? I can't reach it"
Pointed at the camara in the ceiling
I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see
Turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling
Before the nurses came and took you away,
I stood there on a chair and watched you pray