Seen as treaters of disease, not healers,
doctors now are basically collaborators
of laboratory-technicians who’re the dealers
of data that’s delivered by lab laborators.
The shots are called by these technicians, whose
reports lead to each new therapeutic move
that doctoral collaborators choose,
which makes some patients die, oh dear, though some improve.
“Give me liberty or death,” demand
that Patrick Henry once made now indeed might be,
thanks to lab-data experts understand,
“Save me from dismal death caused by a laboratory.”
Of course while writing this I am alluding
to a laboratory that well may have harmed masses
of people, though our leaders are colluding
to keep the fatal truth from us like poison gases.
Gershon Hepner is a poet who has written over 25,000 poems on subjects ranging from music to literature, politics to Torah. He grew up in England and moved to Los Angeles in 1976. Using his varied interests and experiences, he has authored dozens of papers in medical and academic journals, and authored “Legal Friction: Law, Narrative, and Identity Politics in Biblical Israel.” He can be reached at gershonhepner@gmail.com.
