text: Doctors played your dosage like a card trick
  Scrabbled down the hallways yelling ”Yahtzee!”
  I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic
  Something called The Politics of Lonely
  A toothbrush and a Quick Pick with the plus
  You tried not to roll your sunken eyes
  And said ”Hey can you help me? I cant reach it”
  Pointed at the camera in the ceiling
  I climbed up, blocked it so they couldnt 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