
Having spent some years working the 'death unit' of a major inner city hospital, i find this piece disturbing and terribly apt. Well, so far, all in this series are poignant,(and clever, and entertaining at the same time), but this one i know in my bones. those "brutal fingerprintless hands" definitely sweep destruction through patients, but manage to leave scars on the staff as well. i've been wanting to find some verse for those stories, but wanted to tell you how much i appreciated this.

"Verily, warily, wearily I say unto you..."
I enjoy this kind of language and allusion in a poem. In fact, the whole piece is very strong. I'm hoping in the future I'll have more time to spend here and check out this whole series. If the rest is anything like this, I think you're really onto some powerful poetry Fred.

Oh yeah, and the chorus. I love the use of the chorus, mainly because of a long standing love of ancient Greek drama. It adds a very interesting dimension to what you've done here. Can I assume that plays a role in other chapters too?

Oh. My. Gosh. You're singing my family's tune -- or perhaps it's more accurate to say that you're putting the perfect words to the theme that plays in our heads and conversations. Excellent insights and execution.