Uncomfortable in our mortality
We claim a casual right to health.
Surprised to hear the term “morbidity,”
Death springs a trap, is quiet in its stealth.
Such uninvited rudeness darkens our
Soft way with dawning meaning. Shadows fall
Across our path. Who knew the burden born
By scientific terms? Their growing power
Infects with implications - writing on the wall? -
An endless future we can only mourn.
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