Something About David

Something about David, unsettles me Something about David, is different I saw . . . the warning sign It came, with my compulsion, to be near him To console and comfort him To share the nerve, the pain, and the loss To understand the unknowable, the incomprehensible The dark, perilous journey, to the flip side of humanity Where David lives, edgewise, from day to day You see, few people know David Few people know his drive, his willingness To go where most have never gone To strike, under the circumstances At the very heart of pain, fear, and death To calmly walk away, still ready, to disrupt The sensibilities that serve our greater instincts For warmth, peace, and calm In a world gone mad, inexplicably insane You see, David has blood on his hands The blood of many innocent people People who, in many cases, trusted him Believed in him, and shared, for the moment, his path But ultimately, did not survive, the horror Of dying, unexpectedly, fearfully, and miserably At the hands of David, David the man Who saved me, and many others, from death David, you see, is an ER surgeon.