I dock the dead, the damaged and diseased;
/ the gnarled and dry come tumbling from the heights
/ until I stand knee-deep…
I want an item without associations,
/ something clean of history, so
/ it can’t be the dust-pan, at least fifty
/ years old and tattooed…
10. A note of warning to patients when all else fails
/ Sometimes the needle is too blunt.
/ The stethoscope is too quiet.