Doctors played your dosage like a card trick Scrabbled down the hallways yelling Yahtzee I brought books on Hopper, and the Artic, something called "The Politics Of Lonely," a toothbrush and a quick-pick with the plus You tried not to roll your sunken eyes and said "Hey can you help me, I can't reach it" Pointed at the camera in the ceiling I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see Turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling Before the nurses came, took you away, I stood there on a chair and watched you pray