Tuberculosis poems?

 

I was on placement at the CDC in the Northern Territory recently and was asked to write a poem about TB…

White the Snow Fell.

Four postulates, a vaccine,
An apothecarian’s quandary,
The forgotten plague ensues.

The consumption, pitiful to the eye,
Shrill red and bathing in the cold,
The heralding cough and owl ooze,
Of vaporous leeches below the flock.

Yet in the glow of reform,
they charge Sculpting the battlefield,
Quarantining the scourge,
Of which despoiled treasures these remain.

Not too bad for 10 minutes of playing with words.

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