Feb 2020
Creatures gather in the courtyard at sundown
Armed with stethoscopes and pills
The infirm clad in a costume gown
Laid bare among the land without hills
Guided only by the melodies
Of the beast with the blinking eyes
And piercing tones
Healing begins
Armed with stethoscopes and pills
The infirm clad in a costume gown
Laid bare among the land without hills
Guided only by the melodies
Of the beast with the blinking eyes
And piercing tones
Healing begins
Written during my second stem cell transplant in June 2019. Doctors and nurses scrambled through the hallways. The IV machines beeping nonstop. But, that's where healing began.
