Pyaemia

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Do you have any lunar caustic
I need to cauterize a cut
I sliced my finger autopsying a muzhik
I slashed my palm from autopsying the septic mother
He died by typhus, she died in childbed
I sit with my head slumped, I leave my plate untouched
You stare at me concerningly
I'm not hungry so I don't eat
My head aches, yes, why shouldn't it?
Send me in some lime tea, I must have got a chill
You know I have a fever without touching my forehead
It's just the pyaemia
Kolletschka died, I was haunted by the image of his death
The pleurisy, pericarditis, peritonitis, the pyaemia
I spent the whole night in semi-conscious slumber
My eyes are so heavy
I heard mother ask how her Yenyusha is breathing
I turned my head, blood poured out from my nose, I went back to bed
I can do nothing but lie and stare vacantly at the wall
I'm on fire dad, in three days you'll bury me
My arms are covered with the ominous red patches
Purpural pinpricks
Pyaemia
I'm tormented by fevers and visions of black dogs running in circles around my bed
It's amazing how man still believes in words
I try to speak but words won't come
I don't know if I'm too weak to speak
Or if I've forgotten how to form words
I want to sleep
She is shocked, terrified by my inflamed and simultaneously ghastly face
My eyelids hang heavy, my eyes lack lustre
Love is just a form, but my own form is already disintegrating
I'm not scared, soon will come unconsciousness and phut oblivion
I'm a worm half crushed but still wriggling
A dead man is no friend for the living
I'm getting confused
Now the dark, now the sleep

Pyaemia

I knew it was the answer
I knew how to stop the puerpural fever
I proved it, I proved it over and over
Chlorinated lime, thorough handwashing
They didn't die yet they claim I lie
I saved lives, I could save so many more
But they shun me, they discredit me, they throw me out
They all think I'm insane, my reputation has been threshed
They won't listen, they won't talk to me, they won't look me in the eye
I won't stop, I will scream and yell and rally, I have proven it
People will die
So many people will die
My task is to serve and save lives
Let me do it
I know this works
You're killing mothers
Shut up about your ego
You aren't blessed by Asclepius
You spit at me, you cast curses and aspersions
You strip me of it all, you've stripped me of my sanity
Obstetricians
Spath, Scanzoni, Siebold
Ignoramuses, irresponsible murders
You've driven me to drink and whore
You've driven me to madness
Balassa, Hebra, you betrayed me you filthy scum, you murderers, you tricked me
I lie in my cell, confined in straitjacket as these motherfuckers beat the shit out of me unrelentingly
They douse me in freezing cold water they force feed me castor oil
They beat the shit out of me, they've sliced open my hand
The wound it festers
Those septic mothers, my symptoms are theirs
The purpural pinpricks
Pyaemia
Pyaemia
Pyaemia

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