Run was in the hospital for the poor
He was being nursed by Alicia of the Cities
His room as he could remember it
Was covered with newspaper cuttings
As if he had been active in keeping records
In another room he could hear the visitors of the past
He knew that he was delirious drifting between worlds
And dreamt that known people had surrounded his bed
Later he called for Alicia of the Cities
But she had returned to the comfort of the streets