I can’t hear

I can’t hear

any more

the cries of patients

who you say

should be patient

when you do

offer some speech

one small drop

of water

after another

on a burning place in hell

 

I can’t hear

any more

loved ones of patients

who you say

should be patient

when you do

offer some speech

like one incontinent

your lips ejecting

words

in small separate squirts

 

I can’t hear

any more

the sounds of silence

patients who

should be patient

what you have

offered

drip, drip, drip

like a leaking lavatory tap

emerging

from your empty depths