Overture

I slept in a cadaver
a quaint old woman
tidy but cold.

My flu was contracted
a suede ol' template
nurses nursed my
ache away.

Some sort of revelation
a skin graft
for my heart.

Tedium and reckless
in two
two many more than
one.

I've seen a shining
star dwindle.

I've seen a coward
raise a fist.

Caring is enough to
turn the hair white
and wilt.