I don't know how important the thread title is, but even without that, the gurney and delivery rooms suggest a hospital. Hospitals are a place where people are born, go when they are sick, and die. I'm imagining N being whisked through hallways on a gurney, past the labor and delivery ward - except that the N is older and is headed elsewhere, to the part of the hospital where sick people go and perhaps die. (For some of us, that line between birth and death feels even thinner than this poem might suggest - childbirth is still associated with morbidity and mortality for both women and infants. That's probably not relevant here, though.)
The passageway at the beginning is interesting. I'm not sure how to interpret it. Is it simply a rite of passage that both N and the souls (of the babies about to born?) are undergoing? The babies are working their way into the light of this world. The N may be gliding only into the light of the white hospital ward, or maybe into some other less literal light. I suppose it's better that it's not entirely clear.
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