My white coat waits in the corner
like a father.
I will wear it to meet the sister
in her white shoes and organza dress
in the live of winter,
the milkless husband
holding the baby. I will tell them.
They will put it together
and take it apart.
Their voices will buzz.
The cut ends of their nerves
I will take off the coat,
and replace the light bulb in the hall.
- What is the significance of the white coat? Of the light bulb?
- What can doctors learn from this poem about breaking bad news?