A different view

People sprouted on either side Slightly angular, they seemed to grow Away from me. Farther, outside the wire mesh I saw trees growing away from me. Overhead, across the whitewashed ceiling The wiring, the lights and the fans ran past Like blood vessels and organs splayed, of a roadkill.

Pulled, pushed, turned and twisted From corridor to corridor, elevator to elevator I hung on, in a limbo.

The stretcher offers perspectives strange…