Shiva

Suddenly every machine stopped at once

And the monitors beeped the last time

Hundreds of thousands of hospital beds

And all of them empty but mine

Well, I was lying down with my feet in the air

Completely unable to move

The bed was mis-shaped, and awkward and tall

And clearly intended for you

You checked yourself out when you put me to bed

And tore that old band off your wrist

But you came back to see me for a minute or less

And left me your ring in my fist

My hair started growing, my face became yours

My femur was breaking in half

The sensation was scissors and too much to scream

So instead I just started to laugh

Suddenly every machine stopped at once

And the monitors beeped the last time

Hundreds of thousands of hospital beds

And all of them empty but mine