Olga was in a giant, empty ward,
Beach wide and high as twelve NBA guards
Two nurses, a cis male and a sissy,
Crossed the expanse as a team twice weekly.
Hauling a heavy barrow, the two crept:
One pushed the cart while the other one slept.
A staff of wee little hospital folk
Prodded Olga or gave her a poke.
They wrapped her broken body in plaster;
Shaped like a tomb effigy they cast her.
For weeks on end in a sedative daze,
She suffered the little people's assays.