His visit to the hospital

Something is terrible about 
Not moving.

He plays a chord. 
In his corner, 
He waits for his turn 
To cry.

He has no cloak and no scythe. 
He gives no time to sigh, 
Nor time to say goodbye—
And there's nothing comical about it.

Stand still!

They all come around in turns. 
I've been waiting 
Endlessly
For my time
To burn.

Dale Chou
2002-02-12