Ebola and the Death of Home

I did'nt know what to expect as a volunteer nurse, being used to,"hello Mr Smith just let me take your blood pressure," or " here's your dentures, " then.... busy with a thousand things. but ebola caught me with my pants down, you know, the death, the death and the plastic clothes...the one hundred and thirty -two souls never to eat corn or make love or kiss the baby on the hand..now only putrifying bundles of lawyer-meat, buried quickly, buried deep, fugitives from the great heat. and when I got home they thought I was a leper... sans heart,sans emotion, sans country.