They watched the world turn white,

With every nimble sprite exposed

Their deep wounds flowing in the light.

The daffodils quaked violently at the sight.

The chrysanthemums fainted ill with fright.

They watched the world turn white,

But it was not yet as poets should indite:

The hemorrhagic cysts misdiagnosed,

Their deep wounds flowing in the light.

They called on their Great Judge to indict

The physicians; feeling overexposed

They watched the world turn white

And fell to shining earth as damaged kites,

(The answer to the question that they posed)

Their deep wounds flowing in the light.

They confessed half for awe and half for fright,

But found full grace then reimposed.

They watched the world turn white,

Their deep wounds flowing in the light.