Doctors often think of death
We get too much to see
Your job is mainly to protect
Nature’s to fall free
In the end you must fail;
Knowing that is key
When someone ends
You touch silence
Air vacuumed from the room
Lungs sucked dry
Listening for breath,
You only hear your own
Inhale; make sure it’s real
No applause when this drama’s done
Your clipped calls reach shocked quiet
Forms get typed with paler hands
When in training I was told
Every time a patient dies
You die a little
Does that leave less of you?
More a will to work more
Fail better
Yet steeling yourself to fall free
Knowing that is key