In a hospital bed, now crumbled,
the parameters of a familiar world
on a voyage of painful
self – discovery.
Yesterday, he was trundled in,
Followed by a worried wife
distraught, dull-eyed , weary.
Today their world is spliced open
to encompass a new dimension;
In a pitiless probe it has been
Too many white cells, in his blood
and the red corpuscles way too few –
She had thought all blood was red,
She never knew.
The landscape changed thus for them,
in one fell blow.
She looked at him in secret fear
He, who was so familiar,
How could they say his blood
had changed? his spectacles reposed
on his huge, hooked and spotty nose,
The same beloved, sober face:
He had not changed,
Snored loud , burped long,
He was the same:
She prayed it was not, it could not be,
The beginning of the end.
Trapped in this new dimension
That she could not comprehend,
With trembling hands she
carried out an old familiar task:
pouring out his tea for him,
from their old familiar flask.