A poem by V.B. Price For those of us who, unlike the God of Medicine, do not see death as a failure but an open door. Perfectcomforter, cleandoctorcalling our dreamsto heal us,our unchainedtrustto end our pain,immortalitywas your onetransgression:Not your own vice, but the sinof arrogance in the serviceof compassion:Zeuscrushed youfor it. Death,the only escape— to […]
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