Two Haitians at the Deathbed

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This has a nice magic-realist quality to it peter. I love that a lot

Two Haitian aides,
black clouds of rumbling thunder,
sweep into the room,
blowing the papers on his nightstand
to the floor. this line feels a tad weak, like it didn't need to be separated or highlighted
The television roars to life.

They hurl lightning bolts of laughter,
waking him from the dreams
that come before death;
handling him
with a disturbing indifference. IMarvelous imagery so far, like they are spectres/ gods

The oppressive afternoon humidity this jarred me a little, only because with all the lightning storm imagery I hadn't expected it to be a sunny afternoon scene (just relating my reading, it's not a problem)
is broken by fitful rain,
and the room returns to silence;
the wild clouds gliding swiftly
to the next room
where a woman has stopped breathing,
and they must make way
for another of the dying. I like the temperance in these lines; they become more like forces of nature rather than capricious gods

I know this must matter little, but are the patients Haitian as well? If they are then the title might be off.