How can any of us be sure? 

What bowels would not be angered

by what cannot be explained.

There may be no red flags, but you’re

drowning In unpredictable pain. 

.  

Just remember, life is a terminal illness 

and Medicine an inexact  science;

 an exercise in probability. 

In shadow and with occult blood,

the assassin flatters to deceive

.

So what’s the worst?  The surgeon,

Green in mask and gown,  

punctuates your abdomen,    

creates a semicolon, but don’t fret,

it’s not yet a full stop.

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