inside the freshly renovated library they're cataloging blood bags:
those Rh-negative are honored on the upper shelves
where nobody can reach them,
those from universal donors are less valued,
but they are very much needed in the emergency hospital
for neuropsychiatric disorders
in the reading room
another enraged and brokenhearted Othello
is treated with AB-negative blood before killing his spouse
in the next room a Juliet with EEG electrodes on her head
receives O positive blood
before understanding that love and death are close relatives;
an orphan child waits for another child heart
reading White Fang in the children's room,
he doesn't know yet who his parents are
the medicine man in charge skims over his braille recipes book
before any kind of prescription
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