Your softly ruled hospice
is equally about visitants
becoming accustomed to
endings as those bedded
there [before reckonings
under time’s imminence]
so declare what’s unsaid –
Boredom persists [just as
it does outside where we
cling to our endless lives]
as mindless TV streams in
lounges of wipeable faces
[vinyl & skin] – Your carers
tolerate baby blue masks –
you’ll see no smiles again