bathing the locked ward

Psychiatry 2: Student Daze – Poem 25


twenty-five hunched
pigeon-chested little men
run naked
across the cobbled winter courtyard

to the bathroom
dip
dip
dip
in and out
of the peninsula bath

one is fecal
for him
the shower
and a stiff scrubbing brush
on a four-foot long
extended handle
to prevent splash-back
onto the nurse

the room is steam
and smell


© Frank Prem, 2016

Next – row your boat

Notes on: bathing the locked ward

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4 thoughts on “bathing the locked ward

    • Hi Tom.

      Sorry to hear it. It’s a lingering bad memory for me, but a powerful reminder of where we’ve been.

      Hopefully better all round now, but I wouldn’t bet my house on it.

      Cheers, F~

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