The village doctor

A doctor of the native country,
He had fired his shots in arms

And in the soft village buttocks
For fees gentle on hip pockets.

He delivered women of nights
Also noses running on bridges

Sent them city on a village bus
If there was big-size carbuncle.

Now he goes gentle into night.
Night could not ungentle him.

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