Down the corridor, comes a scream Was it physical pain or the horror of finally learning the way this game is turning They took your clothes gave you a gown there was nothing to do but lay right down Now, the machine breathes for you hung by a thread and leaving soon
Faint flashes behind tired eyelids recalled moments from a busy life; the night before your wedding barefoot kisses by the Seine The tentative first steps of Child Two A shaking hand, a ‘thank you’ card from the family of one you saved Now, the machine breathes for you hung by a thread and leaving soon
The ache, it came and spread like water the fever burned, the cough, it worsened they hooked you up, you knew the drill the butterfly, the slow sure drip and then it seemed to ease a while The bed you took, brought guilt at first your hands no longer helping Then suddenly; your quick decline Now, the machine breathes for you hung by a thread and leaving soon
There’s a feeling in your chest and that sixth-sense you sometimes get the dawn tomorrow, you will not witness Nurses come, their voices hushed gloved hands hold, always too briefly you don’t like the letting go The room is quiet but for the wheeze as the machine breathes for you hung by a thread and leaving soon
In the chair beside you, that loving face waiting at end of every nightshift You know that he will raise them right Ah, but which patient was it which desperate hand you gently held which reassuring words you shared with no fresh mask to wear Now, the machine breathes for you hung by a thread and leaving soon
The family grieves a nation grieves for you gone needlessly soon…
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