Down the bruised cement walkway
I stalk past the bus stop sign,
towards the Hospital.
When I yawn my ears burst
and I awaken to the crunch of salt
and the slice of tires through water.
The building breathes.
the windows wink
with the flash
of a dashing ambulance
that careens between
the overhang and the bench.
The scream in the night,
like a dying animal,
with its neck
on the block.
The red barn doors open.
They flock to the trough
and carry the battered body
into the bleeding room.
~Â Nick Kellner
Nick Kellner is a History major from Brantford, Ontario. He enjoys listening to Folk music, backpacking across America, and reading old letters. He is currently President of the McMaster University Poetry Society.
