youth and age
don't wound him now for the would will grow to deep..
about his neck the collar placed with a tie hanging steep.
it is the hour of the extra long shift.. for some rubbing salts and condolences to wake up were never enough .. not for night shift when the goddamn ballis lights were flickering again overhead..
down in st James infirmary .. by yourself looking at the light green walls and you can almost hear someone say this must be the place..
rummaging thru a front pocket.. feeling the whole at the bottom ..
this must have been where it feel out..
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