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Death in the Geriatric Ward

Author - Vee

Written on - Tuesday 3rd August 2004 (03:59pm)

You can tell by the smell
As you walk through the door
And it slams shut behind you
- Prison gate.

You can tell by the smell
As you clatter up the stairs
And you wish you'd worn your sneakers
'Cos the noise of your boots
Echoes loud.

You can tell by the smell
As it lingers by the ward
Hiding sleeping forms of once-were-human
Shells.

You can tell by the smell
As it taps on the windows
And it slides over tiles
And condenses on the ceiling
- Painted gloss.

You can tell by the smell
As it lurks by her room
All alone on her own
Growing thin.

You can tell by the smell
Lapping softly at her door
And you can tell by the smell
That it's death.


Vee