I’ve been looking through the stack of papers on my desk. On a church bulletin insert, I found the beginning of a poem I scribbled down during a service. I hadn’t remembered writing it at all, but I thought I might make something of it. It addressed the firing of scientists in the medical field who are being dismissed by the Trump (or is it the Musk) administration. Reflecting on what I had written, I realized that I could recast my proto-poem as a series of Burma-Shave–inspired demonstration signs. (See Protest Sign Lessons and Plans.) The product of my ruminations was the following:
Medical researchers
Sent away
No longer keep
Disease at bay.
