Burn Unit

Welcome to 5th floor burn unit, UCSD Medical Center. This is the sign you pass, As you enter. They ask what happened, How did you get burned? They do this all with Care and concern. On a scale of 1 to 10, What's your level of pain? Your cussing, swearing, You cry and complain. They take me to a place, They call wound care. Nothing here is familiar, You're not aware. Wound care is a special place, Full of pain and narcotics. Stool softeners, I.V.'s with Liquid antibiotics. They scrub the burns with Soap and water. It's like leading the lamb To the slaughter. The cries and screams, You can hear down the halls. They bounce and echo Off the walls. You come to a place of awe, For the angels that work in this place. The scrubbing of the burns, You learn to embrace. This is where you find out, You have nerves of steel. There is a method to the magic, In this place to heal. Turbo1904