Again, I enter your domain

and feel the queasiness

of my symptoms take a tumble,

for your eye is uninterested

and your stethoscope brutal,

a cold metal harbour

for your five minute lesson

in your ignorance

and impatience, watching

the clock tick over, counting down

the sick, marking them off,

crossing them off;

the sigh of the same story once told

now the conjured message of disguised help

me please, modern

life the incorrigible scourge

of modern living.

I look into your eyes,