Illuminated tubes,
in hospital beige,
this whirring, clicking, living grave.
It clunks and junks,
it beeps and meeps,
and
it
peeps.
And in they peep,
all the secrets that you keep,
on a screen behind a screen.
You can\'t see them,
but you are seen,
every
nanofibrous
imperfection.
They see through thoughts
and all the juices.
They see your tauts
and all your looses.
Where blood escapes,
and where it oozes,
or
where
it
does
not,
and more importantly, where does it clot?!
Then a two week wait to see wot you got!