Methylene Blue Poem by Patti Masterman

Methylene Blue



Methylene blue,
You paint a pretty picture:
Is it really true
Your stains get slowed by stricture?

Methylene blue,
On standby in gas chambers
Resuscitating beasts-
The dark and unknown stranger.

Methylene blue,
A heterocyclic compound:
In air a greenish powder,
But blue, when water drowned.

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