dusk arising

the op

 

from
a breathing slab of meat
where tubes and wires host
as gas subdues a conscious mind
to beneath the torture of today
whence superhumans, opera clad
tear learnedly of my flesh

to
post op hell of veinous fluid
coursing through every channel
now nausea owns the day
and searing pain dances it\'s yo-yo
of scheduled nursing\'s kindness dose
somewhere a pathetic whimper sounds

come on tomorrow!