Unignorable

Illustration for "Unignorable"

Doctors often think of death

We get too much to see

Your job is mainly to protect

Nature's to fall free

In the end you must fail;

Knowing that is key

When someone ends

You touch silence

Air vacuumed from the room

Lungs sucked dry

Listening for breath,

You only hear your own

Inhale; make sure it's real

No applause when this drama's done

Your clipped calls reach shocked quiet

Forms get typed with paler hands

When in training I was told

Every time a patient dies

You die a little

Does that leave less of you?

More a will to work more

Fail better

Yet steeling yourself to fall free

Knowing that is key