A&E

The sick in the sickroom,
we watch and listen
as the clock tick-ticks,
its hands spin-spinning,
winding deep and deeper
into never-ending night.
Who of us
will see another sunrise?

Face after face
with fear after fear,
we unhappy few,
we random others;
bruised, bloodied or breathless;
faithful or faithless,
we all pray now,
for the good of our health.

London Traffic

Uppsala Cathedral ‘92