YOU.
have an incurable, terminal
illness
therefore
any treatment is
permissible
we must
attack.
we can
push you to the
edge of your
grave
& pull you
back with
miraculous healing
hands
we can
plague you with
sores on the
inside of your
skin
& deny
your lungs
breath
& make your
kidneys studder &
your brain
bleed.
it is we who
decree your
trial by toxins
done.
YOU
are the lamb &
we, the
shepherd
YOU
are the repentant
sinner & we are the
righteous
saints
YOU
are the pious
Job. I am
God.
do I do
this for
money? oh,
no
the hospital
pays me whether
you survive or
not.