Silence by degree

The ward a dismal place of woe
Recovering souls lie still
Rigged up to contraptions
Serviced there’s a chill
There’s grief frustration,fear and pain
A time honoured stint
An army of nurses delivering care
Give the love that’s missing there

Infections illness a lack of gait
Sedentary all of them wait
Sleeping off the many hours
Eating the processed stuff
A rising group of bodies
Medicaments galore
All under surveillance
Like they haven’t been before.

Finger tips pinched avidly
Hearts checked night and day
Catheters emptied, bottles stacked
For everything a way
Tableting taking blood
The frighteners patrol
Sheets and blankets crisp and dry
It’s anything but droll