Outside ward four, nurses and doctors
hold X-rays to the sky. The day turns
cold and blue. Bones rise to the surface of film
the colour of canal water. A crescent sun
lights up fractures: compact, spiral, greenstick,
simple and oblique. The moon is a coin in the neck
of a femur, a shadow on the skull of a window cleaner
who missed a rung. The black ball slips
from arthritic fingers
and through a doorman’s jaw.
First published in Ambit, summer 2015.
Art work by Stane Jagodic. Solar Eclipse, 1972