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Sonnet on an Operating Table (Terza Rima) by Sasha
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita....
Midway upon the gurney of our life,
Iâm semiconcious in a dismal room,
Dim mental twilight, doctorâs tools: a knife
Scalpel and needle glinting in the gloom.
Seeing senseless, with one too few anesthetic
Injections. Slice. A cut. A slash. Iâm numb
Though open, heart exposed. The apathetic
Penumbra seeps around. The dim-pitched squeals
Whine over the (BEEP!) mumblings of the medic,
Like echos through a canyon my head reels
About in. (BEEP!) my mind sinks farther, deep
In crimson sunset. Less my body feels
(BEEP!) more my thought sees. Gaping white of sleep.
(BEEP!) Iâm awash. (BEEP!) Going up. BEEP BEEEEEEEEEP!
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