By the hospital
Outside the window
A field of burnt grass
Young rabbits
Old rabbits gather.

The patient imparts
Sense to their movements,
Gentile decisions.

Love in their eyes
And a social order.

One of the orderlies
Puts out food every morning.
Says I can come with him
Sometime. When?
Mabbe tomorrow.

The patient sees
 His reflection unsmiling
And a clock face unsmiling
Trapped in the window.