Chalice: (for JAH)

William N. Handelman, MD

He wears night's cloak

As shield against the cool indifference

And walks the wards of the dispassionate Infirmary,

Takes comfort from its dark recesses and cadence of slow

Melancholy;

From door to door, there is no solid form

But paradigms of forms supine,

Bedding entwined upon frameworks of slippery humanity.

His movements doubly shadowed by low lamps

Cast long down halls like waters washing back

the tides of human frailty;

He turns into a doorless corridor

When from the dark appears a figure more forlorn

Whose asthene visage is silhouetted against

A portal backlit by the setting moon.

Acidic rays...

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