Battlefield

A voice announces quiet time
In the hospital, as the sun
Leaves the windows for good for now.

In each honeycombed room, someone
Lies entangled in bodily adventure.
All the little signals beep and wink,

Coordinating all the teams
In their coordinated scrubs.
The tasks will carry on all night,

Although most major plans will wait
Until just before dawn to jump
At the sun, to see who survives.