Minister of visitation,
of those in desperation.
Always listening.
Ears and soul on fire.
He spends days in the hospital,
Completely healthy and able.
Someday he will enter,
But never leave again.
Will anyone visit him?
Or have they all moved on?
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Primitive Poetry 
I enjoyed the irony at the end.
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