The doctors played your dosage like a card trick Scrabbled down the hallways yelling yahtzee I brought books on Harper in the Arctic Something called The Politics of Lonely A toothbrush and Quick Pick with the plus You tried not to roll your sunken eyes And said Hey can you help me? I can't reach it Pointed to the camera in the ceiling I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see Turned to find you out of bed and kneeling Before the nurses came took you away I stood there on a chair and watched you pray