Death at Mulago

Towers of strength
Granite
Enduring
Like life itself.

Up they rise
Tall and slender
And around them
White coats flit.
Like the magic they spell.
New Mulago Hospital
-the name shakes -
she stood firmly
on that cool afternoon
giving names, tribes and sex,
a woman clad in busuti.

As the fullstop was entered
On a white sheet of paper
A whitecoat gave a nod.

Her hands cross her chest
And the message unsaid
Crushing granite and concrete
In gushing tears of pain
And a lonely sorrow.

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