| The chairs are arranged two metres apart. Each time a door opens, A porter (Quietly and unobtrusively) Stands Sprays each point of contact, Wipes thoroughly. He is kept busy.My name is called. We dance through the corridors, My masked guide keeping a safe distance As we awkwardly avoid the doctors, nurses and other volunteers. I fill my pot then wait. Inside the room with the nurse, Another room now. As misery, disease, poverty and pain stalk the land, Later, I lift the plaster. |
| A journalist for 10 years, Fran now works in marketing and PR in the education sector and writes as much as she can. Older writings can be found here: mightier-than-the-sword.blogspot.com |