That’s what they call me

The desperately ill

The families

Help us, Medicine Man!

But nothing I have cures

This odd pestilence, unknown to me.

Nothing has worked.

First the sweats

Then the rash

Then the blisters

The lungs fill

And they drown.

Even now, as I lay myself down

I feel my skin heat up

The rash, the lesions form.

My lungs rattle.

I look up at the sky so blue

Never seen such beauty before