Poems: Body PartsBMJ 1999; 319 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.319.7218.1207a (Published 30 October 1999) Cite this as: BMJ 1999;319:1207
When I move my arm, I'm reminded
by a scything pain
that death the reaper is not just
an illustrative Mediaeval woodcut.
Behind my back, my doctor stoops
to confide in my tendons.
‘Aha, scapula,’ he says
as if to soothe it with the sound
of its Latin name.
To me, off-hand, he enquires:
‘Does it hurt when you …