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Through the lens of the young doctor death is a hotel receptionist that accompanies her victims from the hospital to the cemetery.
Death seems like a receptionist in elegant black dress hyperactive and smiling to attract new clients.
In the ambulance, the sick tourist sings a maracatu of farewell: "Scram, scram!" intones the siren; "Am going, am going!" says the patient.
Though nurses make a stand against the death tourism death multiplies itself there offering lyrical landscapes.
Against the numbers of mortality in the shanty-town, of no use, one hospital vaccinates the destitute with agile lymphocyte missiles.
The Mother and Child Institute (codenamed IMIP) has available missiles more swift than antibiotics. |
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