THE MEDICOS, John Garmon

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THE MEDICOS

O the medicos went mad for me
When they found out I had Medicare
They turned me into an ATM machine
In white coats they looked like angels
Hovering over me when I awoke
After their latest intricate surgery
I really believed they could save me
I went through hip replacements
Knee replacements heart bypasses
Prescriptions upon prescriptions
They put me in a wheel chair
To wheel me out of many hospitals
Then I went back for chemotherapy
They spoke of a bone marrow transplant
Finally they gave me a visiting nurse
She watches me when she is here
I asked if she would spend the night
She said that wasn’t in my regimen
She always brings Medicare papers
I cooperate as she checks my vital signs
What can I do she is assigned to me
Well not to me I’m one of her patients
I wish the medicos hadn’t sent her
The smile she has is too beautiful
How much did Medicare have to pay
For her smile and her loving way
I dream of her in a white coat smiling
Leaning over me checking my pulse
If only I could make love to her
I thank the medicos for my good life

________________
John Garmon

 

Review by Jared Smith
 
It’s a love poem starting on a trick-line: almost cynical but shifting focus to a fixation on the nurse. The medicos are in love with their patient as much as the speaker is in love with his caretaker.
 
Favorite takeaways:
            I really believed they could save me
                I asked if she would spend the night / She said that wasn’t in my regimen

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