Sirens atop the ambulance whined
as the anemic was judiciously
stretched.... Insulin at the hospital
was administered; nurses waked his eyes.
Moaning for Mother, the patient
was allowed out.
And who could forget
her warm arms and strong advice?
Sans glory, sans peace.
The rail of longitude
had its hold, he thought,
a less than demonic tide were
had not, in tint.
His blood thickened;
his memorables became the touched.
