Poem — Nick Ascroft

The 27th of December: at:


“The time the chemist’s car got robbed, because
They still require medicine around
The tide of christmas, Grandad would’ve drowned
If left alone in – like his neighbour was:

“That morning, officer, because you can’t
Be sure ther’ll always be a nurse to come
& Dress & doctor him – If there were some
Good laws concerning deathbeds – but there aren’t:

“While half your pill-run went unmedicated
I’d had to show a bit of bloody moxie.
With no professional, I’d stood in as proxy
Nurse: trial via fire educated.”

The cop unclicked his pen, said bye, & thanks.
I sighed. My shoulderbag was packed with tranqs.

Nick Ascroft

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