I thought about us poor physicians,
our constant efforts, noble missions.
And what disturbed me to no end
is Nature’s willingness to mend.
The people come to us for pills
to wipe away their frequent ills.
But look around and you will see
the world is full of misery.
So, it is clear that healers’ powers
can add, at best, to life some hours.
And even bueraucrats can tell
that many millions are not well.
The number though that would be healthy
cannot be known. It keeps us wealthy.
Just buttermilk and herbal teawas what she saw as good for me.I drank my booze for sixty yearsas of today, I’m in arrears.I’ve yet to really sing the bluesand think that booze attracts the muse.They say that man’s above the beast,that’s why I never, in the leasthave listened to my mother’s voice.I say to her,…
Florists spray a whiff of Ardena perfume to deceive our noses.Today, we’ve gone those extra milesto hide from our origins.Infatuated with new styleswe’ve thrown traditions in the bin.The catch-cries ‘conquer’ and ‘exploit’have taken hold inside our minds,from Fresno fields up to Detroitwe’re wearing thick but flimsy blinds.Take a tomato, get a tasteand don’t forget to…
and in stitches our liversat evening’s last light.We are happy out herenow we welcome the moon.Will the darkness bring fear?Will the trouble come soon?As we’ve asked no permissionhere to wander aboutwho will make the decisionto order us out?And formidable weaponshide in darkness with gleeto ensure something happensthat will not let us be.Can they read our…
your facial linesyour hands,of liking birdsand more,made an impressionon my heart,you dented itwith gentle hands,perhaps you nuzzledeven brushed your lipsfor one small momentyet concavities may stay.My heart went onto beatwith regularity,quite unawareand it was finewithin itself,a hermit’s life,but then,it was a daythat time forgot,birds flew due Southand dew fell from the skyto cool all spiders’…
A tropical rainshower,an early morning flight.A bird of clammy feathers,a nest up in a tree.I wondered if this weather’sintended just for me.A jumbo jet was starting,a Cessna flying low.The luggage men were cartingessentials to and fro.And check-in was proceeding,I started up the ramp.Technicians started bleedingsome air into the damp.When suddenly a flower,of colours, oh so…
But while walking near treesI saw millions of beesand came home with two bees in my bonnet.Every bee has and uses his stinger,and, once stung, it will burn and may lingerwell this happened to me,then another mean beeput his stinger right into my finger.So you see, I’ve known many a beewho came down from some…
