A Night In ICU When Mother Is Dying

[vagabond]

A far door swings open and a doctor
and a nurse waltz in like synced-dancers.
No words, one in a white coat, the other
in a V-neck solid blue top. Adorned
with silver watches, matching black      
stethoscopes

                      each carries a platinum chart.          i don´t see why this line is so enhanced

In Room 627, all but one line has been taken           maybe leave out "in room 627" the stanza is clear enough and it would leave more attention to "all but one line has been taken out". i think the enjambment is unnecessary.
out, bluish-morphine is every hour
on the hour. Plastic pens click, a head sinks              this makes it seem as if the pens clicking made the head sink (i think you could leave it out, and focus on the description
into a white pillow like a fallen snow angel

the two of them
two-step quickly down
the polished linoleum floor, past all
closed doors—

proud and confident, young and living
among a floor of the soon dead.

maybe it would help a little if they would appear depressed and commiserating.
imagine doing that for a whole work life.
no easy solution to that contradiction.

i like the poem though i think the title is too obvious.