Porcelain

Sunrise on the southern plain Awoken by the call Glistening tarmac, heavy rain Push aside it all Rubber wheels forever on the friction Of the hospital floor And the terror of whatever Waits behind those automatic doors Casting doubt through saccharine grins Where one life ends one more begins Oh porcelain chipped on quivering lips A medical apocalypse Just behind the wall the joyful cries of a brand new life But this fear just heightens the anticipation In unflattering light Oh make sense of it all How in one moment something changes Leaves you staring down a gaping hole Oh how violent the knock Cos by the springtime all the garden had awoken But you had not You had not.