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.
Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2021
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