Inside the Building Cut into the Cliff

Yes, you may enter.
This didn’t exist
Until you got here.

In that sense, it’s yours.
Nurses making rounds
In moonlit wings

Of a stucco matchstick
Building someone built
To generate wealth

Off recovery.
Everyone in here,
After visitors

Are done for the day,
Is already old,
Either customer

Or certified staff.
What else can you say,
Asks the moonlit nurse

Looming with plastic
Cup of pills in hand.
We waste so much stuff

In here. Everything
Is a single use
Serving. The patient

Nods in the silver
While considering
How that only means

Each dose vanishes
But deliveries
Pile forever.