And.......CUT!

The Hustle
The Bustle
Machines
on wheels
Beeping
Pumping
Taking
Turns
Breeding
For there
Lungs.

Nurses
On caffeine
And cigarettes
Waft through
The hospital
Wing
Trying to
Save
The elderly.

Panic
Fear
In rooms
With
Little screens
Our leaders
Bellow
New measures
To tackle
The infected
Corpse

But she is not some corpse
I scream
This has to be some dream
Some nightmare

CUT

I slump
back down
between
My family,
of what's left of us.