THE BONE SETTER.
The raw materials are all there
He doesn’t have to go far
The trees are behind the village square
Strong, sturdy Bamboo trees.
He learnt the art from his father
Who learnt the art from his father
Passed on from generation to generation
Now threatened with the advent of civilization.
But still, his customers will come
An ironic by product of increased civilization
They fear going to the modern hospitals
Fear of almost certain amputation.
He is a traditional bone setter
Tibia, Femur, humerus? It doesn’t matter
It doesn’t matter what the X-ray says
Even if the limb is dead, dying or a real nuisance.
