In the ER, we ask, Was he wearing a seatbelt Partly for the note, but partly so we can remove ourselves From exploded flesh, splintered bones, Not sure if we can save that eye. Something in us says, that will not be me; I take precautions. We live on, On the strength of the stories
A poem for a physician in the ICU originally appeared in KevinMD.com.
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