Becomes hypothetical
As death becomes real
When your heart is on
A monitor
And how you feel
Is controlled
Intravenously.
There are drugs that turn
Life off and then on;
All an anesthesiologist
Who would be God
Needs
Is faith
In the pharmaceutical
Solution.
There is no point
In telling her
The truth,
For the only way
To step up
To the higher world that needs you
Is to step away
From the one right here
Where the pineal gland
Is lasered
To enter every day,
This sanitary space
Of healing,
Where one can even hear
A dissenter say, "Bill Gates
Isn't really a doctor."
