It just doesn’t look right in the blog format, so click here if you’d like to read my poem.
Below is the brief backstory…if you’re interested in what happened. Please read the poem first.
This was a poem I wrote the night after I experienced my first perforation during endoscopy. The patient did not speak English, undergoing an ERCP for stent placement because of advanced pancreatic cancer obstructing the bile ducts. I was a fellow at the time (this was many years ago now); I was so distraught about it that I felt the need to go home and write this poem.