Lawrence Hall
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Visiting a Friend in his Hospital Room
For Tod
So there you were with a tube in your arm
And a crossword puzzle and pen in your hands
And a lovely view of a sunlit roof
With windblown debris whipping between the vents
An assembly of physicians in conclave met
At the foot of your bed to discuss your future
One of them but a face on a telescreen -
One thinks of The Head in That Hideous Strength
I think of you comfortably back home tonight
An ikon (and a brandy) on the table beside you
A poem is itself.