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.

~ 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.