Poetics

The Resurrection Bed

The resurrection bed ,
From which dead trunks come to life
Soft night, empty breaths along the hallway,
Liquid crystals and probe light,
are hands of God longing for decaying dreams,
A system that drives the system
Resurrection beds
Mother’s voice, her tired face,
The mechanics have stopped working.
Hospital beds no longer creak.

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