Pyaemia

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