Knight of the Round Wing

I kneel before you
Gowned and gloved,

Yet you bless me still

With a gallant kiss

To the hand you hold

With more gentle care

Than it has to give.

Barrier precautions

Preclude contact,

Yet you touch me still,

Lips through latex,

Warmth into skin and veins

Flowing upwards to

Somber, smiling cheeks.

I knelt before you,

Humble and distraught,

No more cures to offer,

No way to raise the sun

On your tomorrow,

Yet you blessed me still,

And still you remain.