last night an ambulance stopped
in the street opposite
my door
The bus stop spotlit
a small one-man stage
A slow moving statue
sat in it’s own piss
and the paramedic men
got out the gurney
and rolled him into the back of the van
like bin men
tidying up.
The ambulance is like a cupboard
from some giant
other place
in which, briefly, we are tidied up
