Holistics (Poetry)

I’m sick to death, the doctor cried
complaint after complaint
they come and pour their problems out
like I’m some healing saint

I’m flesh and blood — the same as them
the world has gone insane
I do the jabs, hand out more meds
but nothing kills my pain

I can’t eat meat, the butcher sobbed
you see there is this cow
who haunts me — tells me God’s a lamb
so what should I do now?

Sell bread, the tired old priest replied
it is the staff of life
so kill no creature — man nor beast
go put away your knife

I cannot drink, the drunkard wailed
the demon burns my throat
my wits are scattered to the winds
life tortures by remote

An angel took his shaking hand
and led him to a hill
he showed the drunkard how to fly
with grace and strength of will

The homeless man, he shook his fist
and cursed the setting sun
he’d lost his love and lifelong hopes
all vanished — one by one

He knocked upon a cottage door
a widow took him in
she showed him Charity’s true smile
and soothed his suffering

I’m dying, wheezed the fearful king
I’ll surely go to Hell
I’ve done some truly wicked things
I’ve been a fool as well

The inner voice said — change your life
go — give away your wealth
Inspired, the doctor cured the king
and then he healed himself