Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Embolism - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A microscopic spec once sat
inside a cluster of brown fat.
When surgeon Doctor Cutoomuch
was slicing with a gentle touch
into the upper tissue layer
(inside he said a little prayer) .

And cutting now the outer skin
of a large vessel, with a grin
the scalpel did dislodge the speck
which travelled up toward the neck.

The blood stream is a crimson river,
the happy speck now passed the liver
and when it got close to the duct
the patient's chances surely sucked.

It plugged and closed the line of life,
there was a stab, like from a knife
and then the graph went very straight.
They turned it off - it was too late.

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  • (9/28/2005 5:27:00 AM)

    Once I thought you were a cootie
    but now methinks you are a cutie.
    I base my speculation lightly
    on how a Haines would fit quite tightly
    it's all, of course, the stuff of dreams
    perhaps more real than its seams.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 27, 2005

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