I know my physik, the doctor says over his dying patient

Just let go a few more ounces of blood

Those nasty humours blocking

One’s health and vitality. Let it go.

Bleed from my lancet into the bowl

Toss the old blood into the fire.

This is how bleeding leads to beauty.

There, my patient looks better.

Flushed cheeks, her vitality returns!

Alas, though, not soon enough.

She rises, her eyes widen, takes a deep breath,

And lets it go forever.