Staring at the screens.Seeing the magentas, greens and whites of life.
Numbers climbing as fast as they plummet.
Alarms and bells in the hum of the night.
Pumping life one c-c at a time.
Saving some, others, at the cost of a dime.
Codes sing from unattended rooms.
Screaming blue, another, God will see soon.
In between the monitors and pain.
Hope comes from fresh faith, hands help frames.
A prayer for some, leaving life’s game.
Others, needing the same.
Nursing wants, and doctors names.
Technicians railed, scrubs of various hues came.
In hospital hope the biggest name.
Here they, for help, came.
Thanking, thinking, walking away.