the doctor

[stick_and_drum]

Watch the water drown his hands, his steady hands,
diligent, hardworking, concealing the uncertainties of his mind.
Look how the water soothes; it cleans, it submerges,
blood lost in time.

Watch him take control, he seeks control,
as he approaches her with a confident smile.
Oh how he touches her life with elastic gloves, plastic hands,
in search for a trial

between life and death and happiness and insanity
between her greatest fears and his reality,
between blood lost and cells remained,
between weight gone and skin stained.

Do her justice, dammit, release her from this disease,
or look into her eyes, and find:

inspiration again.

fear again.

contact again.

life again.

in a world where we function for a stranger's needs.
-ck