There is blaring whit noise
In this room:
ITS THE SOUND
Or rather
The heavy and troubled lung of medical equipment.

It sounds like the slowest dropping,
like the TONE is permanently descending
downwards;
AS IF
Virgil were here to guide it through Hell

OUTSIDE:
Third worlds spin their wheels by
Form of generator.
Constantly blowing barley in the face,
with it's cocktail, anti-freeze breathe

Only in the man made world can the cold
Come from electric heat

THE WIND BLOWS
AND THE BUILDING SHAKES