Poetry
Chief Resident Trilogy
By: Golan Shahar, Ph.D.
The cafeteria neon projects poise on her red hair
Surrounded by white gowns, she stands erect
Her hazelnut eyes lurking for her third cup of coffee
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Swing In the Wind
By: Bob Umberbrandt, MD
You’re perseverating again
This time, it’s about whether Pompeii was in ‘72 or ‘73.
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I’ll Save You the Worry
By: Bob Umberhandt, MD
Peach skin. The smallest fingers. A little boy.
Bloated belly and terrible pressure. Dead bowel and all that comes with it
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i walk this road
By: Quinn Nelson MD
i walk this road
sometimes by myself, but never alone
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The Death Examiner’s Creed
By: Henry Slone, MD
I watch the chest,
listen for the heart;
I open eyes,
and I close them.
Image Credit: TORCH, Significance of the Body, Mixed media on unstretched canvas,
Silent Echoes: Surrendering in the Wake of Loss – A Patient’s Perspective
By: Emma Fenske, DO
I could still walk several blocks with my dog,
though I was haunted by the weight loss—
weight I couldn’t hold on to.
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i will die on this hill
By: Alex Belzer, MD
she feels my breath in the silence
we feel her death as if violence
when I can no longer give air
i will be there
Image Credit: Back of Mindego Hill, Stephanie Maclean
High Ground
By: Ellen Clark, MD
I carry upward and onward for you
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The Hill I Will Die On, or: Ambivalence on a Career in Medicine
By: Henry Slone, MD
Six points on a map
I can trace with my finger:
down, up, then across.
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It Was Ingrained In My Mind
By: Henry Slone, MD
she got very quiet
as I took up space in the corner
with nothing left in my toolbox,
just two empty letters
after my name
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