Hospital In the Himalayas
Morning has come
To this hamlet in the hills,
They have an internationally funded hospital
(Net of ‘inflation’ artistry in contractors’ bills).
Lady Macbeth, rinse your hands,
You will nurse in the hospital now.
The Companies have this experimental drug
They want guinea pigs--
So go out on a marketing campaign,
Its like picking mushrooms from grassy slopes,
The poison ones to be sifted and chosen,
Only the poison ones.
Where better than this unmapped here?
Document the dementia,
(They were demented with hunger anyway),
Along with your Indian expert trained in Austria,
(Who is incidentally doctoring your bills
Eminent doctor that he is).
Frontiers of medicine will be tamed,
Do not count the dead
In this charge of the Light Brigade,
Suburban America does not want to know.
Copyright © Ashok Niyogi | Year Posted 2005
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