'I know that sound! Somebody has just died!' - 'No, it is only a
grasshopper jumping on the bed.' but you can't recollect any sounds,
certainly not those (which ones?) that could have any attribute, an
addition to pull them out, bring them out; hospital was improvised in
the local church, at the edge of the valley, in the hideous building with
bare concrete structures, with massive doors temporary put there and
then forgotten in a hurry, you only remember a sludge of the caustic
smell from motionless bodies lying on beds, it has (audible?)
gray-brown color, and silence rising up and clinging high under the
roof made from blue sheet; and that morning some were dying, some
were feverish, froth on the mouth, some couldn't stand up, with thick
bandages over their eyes, some had died last night, early in the
morning, late in the evening, iodine and please, let me pass by, small
holes, dark openings in the air linger on for a while, untrained nurses
push them aside, dragging them along in passing, weak creaking of
the metal bed frames, mute scraping - outside the air assimilates
(giving? taking?) sharpness from the light, entryway covered with
road metal, jagged crests of forever suspended low mud waves,
flickering in the puddles, and a sundered belt of grass growing under
outer walls