In The Sickbay - Slapp Happy

Still awake as day is breaking

My spirit’s broken too

Fed on leeks, by now too weak

To speak when spoken to

Nannies, fussing with flannels

Feeding the spaniel celery

These grey sickbay days

Slowly the sacred core decays

Above the bed the Virgin’s head

Perspective all askew

On the rail a grail of pale

Medicinal gruel

Nurses, whispering verses

Click shut their purses and depart

These grey sickbay days

Slowly the sacred core decays