The Weakerthans - (Hospital Vespers)

Doctors split your dosage like a card trick
Scrabble down the hallways yelling Yatzee
I brought books on Harper in the Arctic
Something called The Politics of Lonely
A toothbrush and Quick Pick with a plus
You tried not to roll your sunken eyes
And said Hey can you help me? I can't reach it
Pointed at the camera in the ceiling
I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see
Turned to find you out of bed and kneeling
Before the nurses came took you away
I stood there on a chair and watched you pray