St. Nicholas’ Hospital


                       (non-garden)

tear-gravelled
fishbowl of tides
in you I shuffle

blind
each old workhouse wall
                              blanks


                    (high walled)

beyond grey glass
madness stings
like salt
flattening arteries

ghosts of non-people
jerk aimlessly without
light

from this box of lead
no scream escapes undead