Dropping Bombs from 30,000 Feet
I do not believe in war
And am a conscientious objector
Yet through my scope I carefully aim
And drop my bombs all the same.
As a pathologist it is my duty
To looks at cells – often- things of beauty–
Or not depending on subtle changes
And how the chromosome rearranges
Often after analyzing I have the answer:
That the pathology present reflects a cancer
And my report arrives like a bomb
That is rarely taken with aplomb
The bomber pilot is long gone
Before the explosive’s damage is done.
And so it is with my opinion which likes a knife
Coldly predicts the end of a life.
So I deliver my message and cut and run.
And rarely learn what I have done.
But the damage below me must mean trouble
And like the bomber pilot I leave my rubble.
Copyright Howard P. Charman M.D.
To Outcry 7-07.