Hospitables Poem by Joe Howell

they were led by a blue horse
dressed in pink and lavender

surgicial steel insterments to
assist in replacing, wayward bones

a home for those seeking skill
in reparing and reviving the ill

young & old recieving treatment
many leaving, with more then health

in rooms, controled, for necessities
where jerms, take a dive, into anticeptic

heart beats and babies, born into
the best hospitials, and death lives
in the basement, carried out into black