Giveth
I’d rather write about how
The gift of God is
Given on this day in the first
Moment
It is the day itself and more
Opportunities in time
In a culture of newness
So that good things might grow
I know we think of cultures
(the kind in Petri dishes)
For disease
But we might also harvest and
Turn (as on a potter’s wheel)
Cures,
Once everything is studied
And we prudently co-try
Many things
C L Couch
One Dog, Two Cats, Two Dogs
I’m with the dogs again;
I should set out a shingle
Neighbor’s dog (the only
Dog from whom I’ve
Received real hugs)
Friends’ cats, exercises
In indifference, until I’m
The only one to feed
Them
These two dogs in the
Family are older, whiny,
And demanding
I love them both
What kind of irony that
Saint Francis helps me
With my pets but has not
Yet arranged for the
Curing of my allergies
Vaccines
(a polio center bombed in
Pakistan, because of
serving)
I lived in the cities where
Salk and Sabin worked
Which does not matter
As much as the reality of
Vaccines
Diphtheria, polio, small
Pox, and malaria;
Millions—millions—died
From Spanish Flu in
The last (twentieth)
Century
These diseases are now
Resolved and most are gone
With vaccines and other
Helps except for those
Ravages that were not
Cured except through time,
For we hadn’t means to
Cure
We still look at this
Challenge, though it
Seems we’re getting
Better
I don’t know how those
Against vaccination really
Feel, maybe because I’ve
Only experienced the
Good
I’ve had mild symptoms
Of that for which I’ve
Been given shots—that’s
In the nature of vaccines—but
I’ve not suffered fully from
Diseases or conditions
Against which I’m
Protected
Now, due to a condition (not
Vaccine-related), I’m toward
The top of the list of those
Who should receive flu
Shots
Any reservations
Notwithstanding, I get the
Shot
Those who refuse risk
Infecting others, though
I respect the hesitation
If I cannot ally the
Principle
Yet those who turn down
And those who protest this
Medical opportunity are
Not bombing doctors’ offices
Or clinics where these
Serve
Though, I must say, that in
This free land, some
Take issues to extremes
To destroy clinics of
Another medical kind thus
Surrender being human in
Becoming the extreme and little
More
But on a day in Pakistan
I’ve read further in the news
About
Bombing a polio clinic
Addressing a disease that
Can be veritably
Eradicated
If this terroristic vision
(An irony of shots)
Could be realized, then there
Would be outbreaks of laming
And of crippling infection
Without recourse except
The best (the worst) of
Luck
When we can cure, we
Are at our best;
What can be said for
Those who hunt down
All those who can and
Now must more bravely
Cure
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