Poetry in Medicine

New Poem . . . “Profession”

Profession Earl Stewart, Jr. We have stared death starkly In the face, While grasping life in the palm of Our hands and releasing it Gently into the atmosphere. At midnight and beyond, Objects of our passion and concession Arrive, covered in blood, hypoxic, Lethargic, dry, and desolate. Yet, we are not disconsolate, And so we … Continue reading