Poem of the week: New Order by Fred Johnston

A cancer scare provides a strange and agonised source of inspiration

New Order

I enter a new order of things
learn the language of blood-tests, platelets,
reticulocytes, an Absolute Neutrophil Count,
, even the chance, however remote,
of Rocky Mountain spotted fever –
somehow I am in that zone where blood will out
where all things are fatal until proven innocent.

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