In Need of Social Medicine

the old man sees a doctor: I am sick I am not sick I am old… how are you sick? the doctor asks see? why should I come if I knew how I’m sick? no seer asks the what or the how I am sick she knows it: she tells what rituals to do and to heal fast and last I’d rather see a seer and go home and stretch my legs to my coffin length… he staggers to walk out turns to the doctor speaks to the patients in the waiting room: dead or dying I am as alive as many of the living!