The Doctor Spoke
The doctor spoke
Two hearts broke
I looked at you
You looked at me
And we looked down the road
I turned to him
And as best I could, I asked
‘Is there something we can do?’
He held my hand
And with a tear in his eye
He said ‘Nothing’
‘Nothing’
‘There is nothing we can do’
Scan by scan
The picture grew
A triptych of liver, lung and bone
I turned to him
And as best I could, I asked
‘Is there something we can do?’
He quietly spoke
He said ‘I'm sorry’
‘There is nothing’
‘Nothing’
‘There is nothing we can do’
It started like this
From something very small
Very dense and very hot
An expansion occurred
Chance and time
Gave rivers and trees
Rivers and trees and birds and bees
There could have been nothing
But to have witnessed something
Rivers and trees and birds and bees