There are gargoyles guarding
The hospital doors.
The wounded may come in as long as
They don't get blood on to the floors.
So in order to visit the sick
I go where they sell their pain
I watch them plead for us
To sip their life right from the veins.
And I dimly wondered, if
Someone really should announce
'Is there a doctor in the house?
Is there a doctor in the house!'