The Specimen

In the corner of the O.R. theatre
Lay a bloodied, mangled mess
And the receiving blanket was
A stained gauze or two at best.

The nurse printed on the label
As she was legislated to do
And now the job was through.

Reflecting, looking back…
No matter what Man thought
Was it labelled more than this
By our Creator, God?

~ J.E. Dyrholm ~
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