As Modern Medicine Has Wrought

As Modern Medicine Has Wrought

As modern medicine has wrought

So many miracles for us

By finding cures of illness sought,

I would award it an A+.

Yet, for all that, these doctors do

To make the world a better one

There is one thing that in my view

That medicine has left undone.

Whilst doctors come to specialize

In all the parts my body has

Since they know how to recognize

The test-results I fail or pass,

One drawback can be noted that

Accompanies each specialty:

As no one knows where I am at—

My doctor isn’t there for me.

Whilst artful as these doctors are

For pointing this or that ill out

Toward an umpteenth particular,

Nobody knows what I’m about.

One’s good for taking things apart,

Yet after doing that what then?

My head, intestines, and my heart—

Put them back together again!

’Cause taking me apart I bleed—

(For all of medicine’s success)

Your operation might succeed—

Yet I’m dead for it nonetheless;

Because the more you focus on

The least of anything you know

The outcome is: I shall be gone

With nothing left of me to show.