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
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


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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