Colin Bell
Lazarus

Wait
by
the bed.
Hospital's
passing out parade.
Invisibility guards him,
a protective veil descends, dove-like, with healing wings.
Tranquil here, he sits hiding in purgatory preparing for reincarnation.
Sheets strip'd. Time's up. Nursing love by prescription only.
Grey suited, his body reclaimed,
lonely Lazarus,
man again,
returns.
Free.
Lost.