He’s thinned so much in past two weeks,
Professors of anatomy
Arrive with clueless student groups
To watch him as he chews his food,
Or as he gets down from his bed,
Or as he simply takes a breath.
With chewed-in pencil magic wands
The students trace his moving bones,
His moving muscles, veins and nerves,
Ignoring his bewildered eyes,
Ignoring all the rest of us.
We’ve stopped protesting anymore.
We simply wave our ice-cream sticks,
The ones they bring for mixing tea,
And when some hapless student frowns,
We simply smile “Ignore us” smiles –
The ones the profs have taught us well.