A PATIENT
AT A TEACHING HOSPITAL
is a canary in an over-sized
Johnny,
singing the same old song, ad nauseum,
in an antiseptic aviary,
to a pecking
order consisting of dozens of very nice
people,
wearing scrubs
or lab coats and stethoscope necklaces,
so that they
look like they must know something,
but fearfully confined to their assigned role,
never “the right
person to ask”, and
apparently way
too busy rotating
to actually talk
with one another
as we used to do
before the coup
when computers took control
of all
communication,
or so it seems
to me
from my perch.
from my perch.
Equal space will
be afforded
to responsible
spokespersons with an opposing point of
view,
as long as their
response is in the shape of R2D2 or C3P0,
rather than the shape of Yoda.
