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A Poem: Nursing Home 

We brought you to this boneyard
Of piss, sour cheese
Wracked bodies in cribs
Redundancy and death
Monitors ringing
Monochrome time
Like passing bells.
Gulag thin I cannot lift you
Dress you, change your bag
Wash your arse.
I am as useless
To you as you to me.
We have realized parity
Here at the end where
Everything and nothing matters.

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  • A poem by Nigel Gore.


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