Curriculum

Histopatology
Things we couldn’t see diseased,
under the industrial eye are purple and pink.
Slice thin, tissues in its paraffin coffin.

Laboratory Management
Bhopal and Prypiyat still call on.
Their generation of abstract births and limbs
have only just began.

Anatomy & Physiology
Bolted by joints, my skeleton is
a white roller coaster the heart
rides on.

Pharmacology
Balancing weight, dosage and excretion,
maths in motion.
We measure codeine and alcohol,
wreath our heads in lightness without dying.

Haemotology
Plump the fingertips, just not mine.
Last night, an errant scalpel broke
the red dams beneath the arm’s epidermis,
my potential end an ironic taunt to live.

Convocation
Only in my entrance,

I saw the exit from years before.
Begin with the end in mind,
but those sephia moments did not capture
a curriculum that nourished
disorders in between.