See, I think this is a poem by someone trying to reconcile Dylan Thomas with the modern confrontation of medical treatment and ever-efficient capitalism; the efficiency there is the subject of the sentence - as such, it acts on "the first place for antibiotics", which is clearly infection, but from how it reads now, efficiency usurps priority over treating infection. With that interpretation in mind, of the efficiency of production more important than the disease, the first sentence becomes a call to arms for an otherwise uncertain populace. Clearly, this is brilliant. Or I've a damaged, conspiracy warped mind. Whatev.
That Is All For Now.
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