The Old Hospital: a Concrete Poem

Hashtag Kalakar

Nov 7, 2025

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By Penny Gurner

The old hospital

Map of the brain, down to the water

Place of memory-making and forgetting

It cried out to become something else: a school of arts?

Discarded records and a red chair

Simple exchange in a daily report

He refused to wipe his nose

The calm became crazy

Can you see it?

By Penny Gurner

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