of highs, and lows,
bounce one to another.
Embedded in cores that measure
safe in caring hands,
serving hearts, endure abuse of peers…
white coats screaming in fashion so insane,
for chores stellar to embrace.
A facade of harmonious chaos pierce
hearts turn cold, cyanotic ceil-blue, and white;
False eyes measure
the conscience to shame.
A heart arrests, a code is called,
…red for FIRE!
Fire to live again, fire to exhale …into poetry!