Text: Hospital Song

Eric Davis (b. 1966)
Poetry: Ben Mazer (b. 1964)

Back from the wars,
Without my wares,
But lying here,
Not quite sure where.
Permitted this,
Calm to the eyes,
A world of shadow,
Suited for widow.
Burnt smells no longer
In nostrils linger,
Yet others attack,
Slightly septic;
Difference is,
Most wise of laws,
And here no hurry,
But sanctuary.