Giles Dawnay is a writer, poet and GP in Herefordshire. His website is: www.gilesdawnay.com
The spit, the poo, the pee,
the blood, the sweat and the tears.
So many hopes, dreams, diagnoses,
uncertainty, metrics and fears.
The samples sit there waiting
in coloured livery on the side.
Once a hidden part of the patient
now separated and to be untied.
Picking through the various bins
is most of how we make our name.
The clues are in there somewhere,
get those gloves on, no shame!
Our patients leave the room
yet now some of them left behind.
To be taken elsewhere, a fraction
of body now extracted from mind.
Makes you begin to wonder
in the physical weave and wend.
Just where does the body begin,
and where on earth does it end?
Deputy editor’s note – see also these samples of Giles Dawnay’s poetry:
- https://bjgplife.com/fight-or-flight/
- https://bjgplife.com/post-heart-attack-review-poem/
- https://bjgplife.com/clocks/
- https://bjgplife.com/crabapples/
- https://bjgplife.com/the-nurses-stare-based-loosely-on-the-nurses-prayer/
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