[Note: August 29, 2016 – While I don’t disavow this poem, I now think that the imagery does have troubling aspects because of the real-life history of colonialism and the misuse of religion in exploitation and conquest. Just please keep that in mind.]

Medicine Man

They who have ears to hear, let me tell a parable of sorrow and tears:

A woman walked blind, her sight blurred, a medicine man claimed he could help her.

He chanted and called, hemmed and hawed, but still the women walked in dark.

Treatment was to no avail, his vain attempts would not prevail.

Cruel regimens and painful treatments, magic charms and foul ointments, no remedy could be found.

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