Mysterious Ways Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Her name was Mele,
large cell malignancy.
She went to Doc Bruzynski
had therapy, not chemo.
Her kidneys died a sudden death
before she did, they could not take
ascorbates that could save her life
because of previous management.
Two lovely girls, one crew-cut boy
were left behind, what, may I ask
was the intent, the logic of this bungle?
She had to die so that those left
could touch their feelings, is that it?
You make it hard, my precious Lord
to understand, are you my shepherd?