Letter to a physician

Perhaps, long ago,

When my blood had drained,

Intoxication to some wierdo,

Then maybe, dear,

You would have diagnosed me

With melancholic love,

At very sight of you!

And that you’re a physician

Dr, tho you realise not

That in your haemoglobin

My humoured cure was found,

A witchdoctor potion transfused thruout

So that, old time love,

A poet and Dr met in your report

Ere bound in magic my diagnostic, transmuted,

Curing me of myself,

You’ve become your own

Emergency as well:

Arrow to the heart requires immediate ultrasound, both