| Case History ‘Most Welshmen are worthless, an inferior breed, doctor’. He did not know I was Welsh. Then he praised the architects Of the German death-camps – Did not know I was a Jew. He called liberals, ‘White blacks’, And continued to invent curses. When I palpated his liver I felt the soft liver of Goering; When I lifted my stethoscope I heard the heartbeats of Himmler; When I read his encephalograph I though, ‘Sieg heil, mein Fuhrer.’ In the clinic’s dispensary Red berry of black bryony, Cowbane, deadly nightshade, deathcap. Yet I prescribed for him As if he were my brother. Later that night I must have slept On my arm: monetarily My right hand lost its cunning National Library of Wales | |
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