a descent into poetry insanity |
| we bleed doctors into the world. they learn that doctors are more than their tools, because here, they starve for supplies, so that when the call comes (which it will) that a struggling nation needs our help, our doctors only want to help, and in the middle of Africa where they struggle to find a clean place to treat patients who die in ooze and filth, they marvel at the essential drugs (they wanted them, over and over) we cannot give them. and so our older doctors bleed away, and our younger doctors grow like dandelions, strong and never dependent, and always drifting away. line count: 24 Author's Note ▶︎ |