By Roberta SchulbergGoro
Ode to Vinegar
(How the modern world won the war against the plague of scurvy)
The doctor said the surest cure brings more pain than the disease.
Cramp in pith and sting in pelt by wine and sours lengthily ease,
But stiffening ranks of stench still feast on obese flesh,
As counter-attacking mites within avenge the withering of their mesh.
The spotted skin erupts in curvilinear bloody splits
Where electric flashing flesh its stony-ball diseases spits.
While protein, carrots, careful nurture, lift intruders to the fleece
To spew on all the situation 'round dead muck of microbes in release.