Accident And Emergency Unit
Poem By akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks)
Surgical section, Medical section,
Bed one, bed two, bed three …
Feeding and oxygen tubes in nostrils,
Catheter, Diapers… antiseptic odour fills the air.
Coma, blood, vomit, excrement, and the cleaners
Work like whiskey; emotion numbed.
Dedicated doctors and nurses stand at their toes,
Lousy ones gallivant with I-phone at hand.
Graduate and students doctors confront their future, family
Members cross their heart.
Angels of life and messengers of death in open confrontation;
Who will live, who will die …
The uninitiated feel giddy and nausea at first arrival,
At a dial, blank faced morgue attendants wheel their
Trolley in and out…silently…
Every life saved is another experience,
Every life lost is a research subject.
Hospital Emergency Unit,
A theater of absurd.
© October 2014.