I struggled to trust the board certification
as the Doctor cradles her lunar head against his lab coat
His vacant eyes betrayed the visage of a pale machination
And the vastness of the waiting room felt remote
Surrounded by an armory of medicinal utensils
The Doctor said 'be calm. be calm. It's the infants health criteria
It is only these four shots the length of pencils
Tetanus, Pertussis, Polio, and Diptheria'
Needle broke nubile skin
Baby did not moan or frown
Doctor with pleasure broke a grin
And I covered my eyes and looked down
And then it dawned how strange little Jane didnt cry
And the lump in my gut could only hold it's breath and wonder why.
