Beyond the Stethescope
A column dedicated to physicians who have
special talents outside the parameters of medicine!
Reverie In A Hardware Shop
By D. A. Feinfeld, MD
If only I were an axe murderer,
boy, would my poetry sell!
Think of me honing this blade
till I see my face flashed
on its steel screen. . .
Planning’s the hard part. It can’t
be mindless, like God’s wind
shaking down shacks, zapping trees.
No, I’ll kill someone of substance:
a chief personage, politico,
beauty queen of either sex,
doesn’t matter so long as I blow
my name across the nation’s TV’s,
a public blurb. And then,
to keep my name current,
blab at last to the press
I did it for literature!
I’m a martyr to Art; in truth,
so’s my victim—isn’t it seemly,
even sweet to die for the sake
of someone’s unknown poems?
Dr. Feinfeld teaches nephrology and medicine at Beth Israel Medical Center in NY. His third collection, Rodin’s Eyes, appeared in 2004.
