Delirium Tremors

 I enter room 7345
patient B, the one by
the window I look
at him...not down
for sooner rather than later
the image of my brother
will be no less
appealing with his red
cherry colored face, ash
grey inside out, purple
blue sunken chest, shaking
hands and ativan shots
delirium tremors on
top of hospital
cots with fresh white
linen tucked in at the
sides. I ask him
what he thinks
of this weather,
the rain here never
seems to stop,
how he slept
last night, and while
grinning, noting the green
jello he still refuses to eat.
I receive in return his
non comprehending blue
weary looking eyes
hidden behind
his weathered military hat.