The doctors in question

It is arguable whether
those of this profession
deal in life or in death.
For the line between the
two is thin, flimsy and
blurs into each other, like
the smudging into a banana
(on a juvenile depiction,
leaving the rainbow and
the mountains and red
smiling lips of stick figures
alone) of the black outline of
circles and yellow blaze within.
It is harder still to discern
the human doctor with all his
unpredictability, irrationality
and choice of idealogy. His
profession is a simple lesson;
teaching us the dangers of
putting into boxes the human
and his occupation. The
human is rarely simply a word.