People only want to hear about
Superficial wounds
The deep tunneling ones
That require Morphine Sulfate 30mg boluses I.V.
Are too much to take
On the skin of one's mind

The bedsores of humanity
Oozing and festered with pus
That you change a dressing on
Thinking the suffering for both is over

Can just start all over again
As the bowel is too close
To the wound
And the stimulation of it
Causes a bowel movement

Oh dirty wounds of lack of health
Poor circulation
Little nutritious intake
Low albumin
Wasting away to death's door

Treat what you can
Keep clean what your cannot
Provide comfort
We grow
We die
It's a part of the great treatment plan
Called living.

4/30/2012 `1535 cj

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