Heal Thyself O Patient: Part Iii

In was called nursing help, and like a cow As if to a slaughter house I was led, I was on verge of rebelling by now But failed, as led whilst worst of worries sped In mind—I looked at the stern-looking nurse, What if relief turns out worse than my pain? But false bravado was all I could feign That brought at best an inaudible curse. When they thought of changing course, it was time To muse if wisdom like tides wane and wax, But docs' reasons do not with reason rhyme, ‘I need take a goodly look at your X- Ray'; my poor arm, it sure was caught in crime, It looked like culprit's bleeding, dripping red axe. _________________________________________________ This is a sequence of nine sonnets on one theme. See the note at end of the last poem. ________________________________________________________ Sonnets | 05.11.12 | Topic: body, nature, healing, doctor, patient