(Magnetic healer, Philippines)
He told us about the jagged scar
on his neck. Tumour.
Even the Manila doctors
wouldn’t cut near the artery.
He climbed the mountain
behind his village and prayed,
one hand cradling his throat.
The swelling burst and drained.
The people said, 'You must be
a healer. Cure this boy.'
He prayed, laid hands; the boy lived.
'I can’t explain,'
said my doctor back home.
'Your cancer’s gone.'
[Poem #21]
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