Penogram

Rating: 2.5

A Mammogram may save
the life of one in many,
while slyly it creates
a killing field inside
where five new cancers
will surely grow, too soon.

A Penogram will come,
being invented as we speak.
And will we hear the screams
when they fall off, now black
and useless, but well screened.
It all is in the name of Care,
the word Prevention is the lure.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Raynette Eitel 25 July 2005

The whole state of medicine scares me to death these days. Your poem does nothing to alleviate the fear, but that's the point, isn't it. Good job in scaring us to death. Raynette

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Uriah Hamilton 25 July 2005

One of your insightful poems, thanks, H.

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