The germs spun over gleaming theatre floors.
Micro hands grabbed lives by their heartsick throats.
The others were flat anti-germ phenols.
Tangoes by day. Pinch. Brought a sterile ease.
No germs kept form. No man at risk. A sense.
Did we appreciate this properly?
Joseph Lister waged war on germs. He planned.
His battle grew. A Glasgow raging. Aid.
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Stephen Paul Wren
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