In the ER

 

In the ER the shifted gear from the road of ambiguous fear

 

Quick answers in the gleam of tear, fast suture in the bleeding tear,

 

Aleve the burned skin, withdraw the shearing bullet, aid the pair

 

Death stricken in car accident, tame the erratic breath of lung that failed

 

To take a gasp of air, consoled the grayed hair for today's not seared

 

By far from our calendar, and plea to see the unforeseen as cannot be seen,

 

When enwrapped in the silence's gown walk tired on the suffering ground

 

Embracing fecundity's sound of healing when weeping blood cry loud

 

Hey, you, doctor help me, in howling death remorse is impossible to find

 

I have children at home hungry and sad! Help out!

 

In the hallway bruises taunts a young woman' eyes hidden by the frowns

 

Eyes brimmed by the fog of saddened brows - in grinds of question sighs

 

Can one be beaten in the name of love? But, in poverty gnaws confusion taunts-

 

Doc, in dry rocky road, dewed red roses have you found?

 

Amid the wailing and cries, a little body tired lies, mute eyes tries

 

To speak but fails to answer to the grieves of a desperate mother plea

 

While father grinds it's fears in frozen deep sips of sigh and pray as he sees

 

His child slipping away in icy tray - Say doc, can you save?  Please, say!

 

In the rhythm of the bleeding sound, genuine knowledge binds scars

 

Under the mark of compassion the touch of hidden lies unmistakable falls

 

In basket of new thoughts, where mercy shines stripped from the tars

 

Of the selfishness gain- in the ER love must soar- Doc, help out!

 

When the life sinks in the chaos deep from the deepest deep

 

The drive to achieve the recovery reef is the battle shrill

 

In the tedious, daring medical battlefield -from death, life leaps sealed

 

In the eyes of hopes dreams yields new heights in the daring lights

 

Of luminous gait of the starry night of the healer might with the loving mind-

 

 As a tired less knight who merely fought for the benefit of all to beseech

 

New era of relief away from the grief, of the dreamt dawn of sufferance freed -

 

The nascence of the forever heal appraise a seed with attainable quiescent gleam

 

In eternity tears makes health and vigor streams flow rivers of leaves where is no need

 

Of anything for everything beams as happiness tops every crease-this is any doctor's creed!

 

Doc, I feel the heartbeat of the sunflower fields!

 

                              

                                                       Dragan Lazin