PURGATORY AT THE HOTEL DIEUXA Poem by Mike KeenanHOTEL DIEUX is a rehab hospital in St. Catharines ONPURGATORY AT THE HOTEL DIEUX
In the sparse lobby, beside a dented wall, wheelchairs tryst under hum of prickly light; lean fabric in accordion fold, wheels locked, preventing drift, titles stenciled: SH1, SH2, the smaller red, the bigger blue, parked in wait of fare. Grey tires grasp terrazzo floor; spokes murmur in metallic code while anchored hopes reflect on wax. Vacant corridors sleep; light recedes. Pale windows filter powdered bird decay; outside, the owl twists its head for prey. Dreams of twilight clues: stains that whisper hidden fear; patch of blood and urine mix, a pulse burns, catheters drip, canvas beds slag broken bones from sickly steel and rusted chrome. They ferry fractured dreams, stumps that ooze, lips forced tight like curtains. In that ghastly night, limbs grope and grate, sliced by a logger's axe, wedges hammered into bone; the purging pain of fire ¾ birds glow in crematorial dance and rise from ash at dawn.
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Added on March 8, 2022 Last Updated on March 8, 2022 AuthorMike KeenanKanata, Ontario, CanadaAboutA retired English/Phys-Ed-teacher-Librarian, I write primarily poetry, humour and travel, published in many newspapers & magazines. For poetry feedback, please read my 'Poetry Evaluations' and 'Poetry.. more..Writing
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