14


Schultz bustles

Into the office,

Honest delight

On his face.

His expression

Mirrors

Five others:

Fellow prisoners,

Bunk mates,

Allies,

Friends;

Watchful as hawks,

Thick as thieves,

Closer than brothers.

~0~

Scattered

Medical paraphernalia,

Bundled blankets,

Discarded cloths,

Soiled dressings,

Used crockery

And dark circles under eyes

Inform him

Of the night's activities

As no words could.

A gentle hand on the shoulder

Of the frail figure,

Propped up

On makeshift pillows;

An apologetic glance,

As the rest are ushered out

For roll call.

Wilson notwithstanding,

Nobody truly objects;

All will be well.

The ghost of a smile;

Kinch has understood.

~0~