Routinization of Disaster

Click cluck click cluck
Goes the sound of her shoes
In and out just like that
Sense of urgency about what she does

"Be right back"
Click Cluck; there she goes again

Back in the twinkling of an eye

Listens, prods, touches, a smile!

Click cluck click cluck

Eight lives all in her hands

Fast bouncy strides she makes

You couldn't tell she wants to cry again

Bladder quivering
Dry as parched land

Not a moment to sit through it all

Finally to sit and chart it all

Dedicated to all the Nurses who bend over backwards for the people they are entrusted with, who endure the abuse and misuse the system dishes out and still manage to make it look like a glorified profession. Click Cluck On!