The Great Physician
I see you in the patients’ wounds and in their mending
Your gentle hand on the forehead of the feverish
In the baby lamb and the vultures
Poured out with the methadone to fill the thirsty veins.
I’m late to the party, and underdressed
Reek of gasoline and cheap tobacco
But I see you,
And I see you saved a seat for me anyway.