they, they being the doctors
in masks.
work under steel bright lights,
sheets of white,
on a sterilized stage with
music playing.
how easily
they open up
the human body to let air
in,
blood out.
shifting shiny instruments,
all sharp,
from hand to hand
to move things, remove
things.
make you better, to keep
you living.
but it doesn't always go that
way.
sometimes it's just
the lights,
the music and the curtain
pulled
to no applause.
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