Let's workshop this poem about a healthcare system, driven by "efficiency metrics," that provides inattentive and rushed care (perfect for ushering in dire situations demanding costly interventions)
Marketplace Scales
MDs led by stopwatch metrics
in each “interaction” (neighbors
expecting human care
unbefitting mere budgetary
line items)—the healing art
reduced to symptom drugging
until haywire bloodwork
and scannable shadows dictate
arm-and-a-leg interventions.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)