Doctor

Pale men followed us, inexplicable stupidity, as

we were incapable of finding our own way without

a guide; mercy wasn’t invented yet fanatics

held torches and half lit icons and we all felt lost

in our quest to render the inexplicable explained

then we arrived at the hospital and found a doctor

leaning over an injured soldier. Although the injured

soldier’s chart clearly showed there was no hope, he had

already lost his last battle, we observed the attention

of the doctor to every possible detail of the stats when

our leader closed the dead soldier’s eyes, shook

the doctor’s hand as if taking in Him all the doctor’s fever

and He said: ‘you are my brethren and kin, I dwell

in you and you sit in my heart like a king on his throne.’