Hospital Vespers 
The Weakerthans

Doctors played your dosage like a card trick. 
Scrabbled down the hallways yelling Yahtzee. 
I brought books on Hopper, 
and the Artic, 
something called "The Politics Of Lonely," 
a toothbrush and a quick-pick 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 camera 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, took you away, 
I stood there on a chair and watched you pray.

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