"Fever"

The unforgiving eye of insomnia and delirium
Skittering among the dark trees of the bedroom ceiling
The cracks in the plaster portals to another more horrifying world
Eight days waiting for the correct medicine to reduce my fever
And fight this infection

While the Black Dog prowls among the dark trees... and howls
And in my stupor I cannot be certain if the howls are his or mine.
And the question most often asked is
Is this the way old soldiers are sent home to die?
Without even a Goodbye Kiss
Is this the way old soldiers are sent home to die?

Copyright © Res Burman 24th April 2021

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