|The chairs are arranged two metres apart.
Each time a door opens,
(Quietly and unobtrusively)
Sprays each point of contact,
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|