I’m poeming this poem
from a forest-boreal
transition zone
anticipating intense
public reaction
to my poem
against the bony mets
that XXXX up my posture
& infiltrate our nat’l backbone
its prostate biopsy
analogy lost/inapparent
in the sagamore gloam
this spine unresponsive
to the pre-patent analog
that is my poem
- by Maureen Miller
- doctorwritermaureenmiller.tumblr.com
[This poem was inspired by an ad for a medical conference, “Summer Radiology Symposium at the Sagamore,” at an upstate New York retreat for Gilded Age millionaires. I found out about it while previewing prostate biopsies for a surgical pathology service. We don’t see the pain except in tissue core numbers. Who that’s most unfair to is the subject. Readers may decide.]
