an Ode to Doctor Ali
I came to him in pain and with shame
(he reminded me of birth, famine, and rain)
he is or was a neurologist by trade
(with a frank, quick-witted way of seeing)
an inspection of my poet's half-carcass he made
(what a good, civilized way of being!)
the dragon's wicked jewels he knightly forsook,
for not a dollar from my Mom he took.
bless the folk and soil that bore him
for saving this youth from a treacherous limb!
as long as earth has such as him,
the green glow of her continents
shall never grow dim.