SEARCH
In the darkened, antiseptic caverns
The doctors prowl,
Ever vigilant for some sign
Their collective wisdom and
Years of late night study
Are having some effect.
On the canvas of daylight,
The hues of pain and suffering change
To ancient end-rituals,
Painting the stark caverns
With a rainbow of emotions.
In the end,
There is only the human imprimatur
Of a life well-used,
And the doctors - noting the event -
Move ever onward,
Hoping to find
A Map
To The Answer.
--Charlie Gould*
*"Works and plays well with others, and does not eat his young."
©1998 Charlie Gould