I lie in a ball, blood marks on the wall, waiting for the sound.

Of sirens and activity, that surely will save me, and keep me out of the ground.

Three hours later, feeling no greater. Another 999.

You’re still in the queue, we’re doing all we can do, in this race against time.

“I fell down the stairs and nobody cares. i’m cold and broken in two”.

Such a kind voice, says there’s no choice but to wait, in vain, i do.

A commotion outside, too late but they tried. A deathly stare inquest.

Eyes gently shut, no pulse or output. My name, too far, down the list.