pin drop silence
anxious faces
no one person
dare look at the other,
but
at bureaucratic forms
that need filling
are some dreams
about to crash and burn?
have others
written their final will?
eagerly awaiting
any good news
from an impersonal machine
called the cat-scan
which now
quietly plays god
© 2017
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