Emergency Ward In this mad-house Suddenly erupting about me Of orderlies running with trollies, T-shirted young interns, Bloodstained cops And screams, I look up and keep hold Of the one certain thing: My daughter’s hand. In Praise of the Singapore Satay Club This place in not a loved one to watch yourself in front of but a friend who makes no claims. Spicy fires, chattering clerks and students, with a singing, swallow-filled tree, a short walk from anywhere…