Upside Down - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Well known to most in Medicine
is, that infarcts can do you in.
They stipulate that arteries
are to this human plague the keys.
Cholesterol will stop the flow
by making plaque from head to toe
but mostly in the coronaries
of Thelmas, Adrians and Harrys.
No blood gets past the barricade
you are in trouble, I'm afraid.
When muscle gets no oxygen
it screams at firsts, then packs it in.
Or so the theory in use....
Well, listen, I've got different views.
The plug that is the cause of it
is nothing good, which I admit,
it's truly pathological
a foreign presence if you will.
But, mark my words and see me frown
they've got the meatpie upside down.
And I propose the heart that fails
has in itself gone off the rails.
And that the only consequence
is debris, which makes lots of sense.
To craft a bypass, place a stent
may pay the surgeon's townhouse rent.
But since it doesn't treat the cause
(I hear your boo's and eeeh's and ahh's) ,
the patient's life is still the same
but, as a player in this game
he's been convinced there was a need....
Perhaps, I've sown a little seed.
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