“The Skirling Winds”

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Locust Point in Baltimore, MD from June 2022

When ancient scrolls are bleached anew,

The paste set low to boil,

Their wisdom wafts above our land

In clouds as black as oil.

When sooted plaques enclot the stacks

And flags on masts have furled,

The skirling winds that switch and roll

Will coil then clap the world.

Published by Stephen Futterer

Much of my career in radiology has been spent studying, with great fascination, the internal mechanisms of the human body. This blog is an effort to expand that view to the outside world and also to map my own experiences engaging with it.

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