Five Inestimable Pounds
A canvas / Of delicately oiled / Skin, stretched taut
A canvas / Of delicately oiled / Skin, stretched taut
Was it a fall? Did I miss the last step? These things I cannot recall / Hidden from sight, the blood crept from one lone vessel and began to compress / Nice to meet you, one medical student said, as he unzipped my sheath
after three years go by / you appear on two slides / in a lecture / on motor neuron disease
The eye dilated in the physician’s dark exam room, / While into it the eyes of new white coats loom, / From this eye I am learning
Little girl / in the pink hospital gown / sits in a windowless room.
Hepatic failure claimed him mentally, / And colored yellow both his eyes so wide / As too his being stained corporally.
The many tables corral him, / All the people surround him, / A trained doctor he is not, / Giving up, he hasn’t thought.
First, do no harm, but to harm not I must first see / With swift breath, I begin. / You, silent teacher, my new textbook
My mind wakes up in the morning / Sweating with facts / Preparing / For the archeological dig.
And whenever I see you smile / There are significant changes in my cardiology, / I love you
Felt like war, those early years, / We fought a fight for all those years.
Is it just me? / Or does it seem / that my pride / will not let me be