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