I Patient information collected. Fully followed suitable guideline. Invasive technique for biopsy. Diagnosis using microscope. Pathogen involvement suspected. Antibiotics used are first-line. No improvement. Potent agents next. Drugs prescribed within policy scope. Patient deteriorated quickly. Ventilator used but patient worse. End-of-life pathway recommended. Family informed there was no hope. Life support system disconnected. Time of death noted: 03:59. II Is something feeling amiss, in your view? Is dis-ease stopping you from feeling whole? I may not have some “magic pill” for you, but I am here to help you take control. By oath, foremost, I will do you no harm and instead listen to your voice and heart, feeling your frequency, holding your arm, sensing the points where we should look to start. Gradually we’re unravelling the blocks, that line the passages in to your core. I’ll share with you some tools from my toolbox; energy, nature, loving, and much more, so that when our time draws near to a close, You’ll have all you need for your future woes.
Medicine Men - by Tom Shaw
Music: Schemawound - Ethidium Bromide & Kai Engel - July
“Medicine Men” is a reflection on the state of institutionalised medicine. I experienced some of this first-hand when I was pursuing a degree in Dentistry, and many doctors, health practitioners and scientists across various disciplines have spoken to it too recent years. In the poem, I set out to contrast this with a more “true” view on what healing can be, and where I look to see us moving in a more sovereign future. I’ve linked some pieces and conversations below on this subject which I have found to be useful to think about:
As well as being included in my book, “From A Dying Empire Near You,” I’ve also made an image version of this poem available. You are welcome to share it wherever you please as a means of sharing this poem, or purchase it as a framed print from my Shop.
Thank you for taking the time to read this piece. I hope it sparked something within you.
With gratitude,
Tom