First you have to give your name.
Only when Callum finds it on his list
will he open the door and let you in.
They have emptied the waiting room
of all but half-a-dozen chairs.
We take it in turns. Each of us is called.
We are all of an age, some with sticks
most grey-haired. One by one
we leave by the back door – as we were
but touched, changed.
