Yes Surgeon whatever you say
you know best
ha
I dont suppose that’s right
i really dont
because i know what will happen next

but
seeing his hands later
touched me deep inside my psyche
just a man but he opened me up
poked at my heart
switched it off
and followed my arteries
a street map of blood that stopped gushing while he clamped and channeled
and changed the flow from its route
the canal through my heart
and I’m lost but he doesn’t lose me

with my heart descended
decidedly stopped
and quickly restarted
and my soul suspended in limbo and shock
behind and above him and blind
while he looks at the wreckage he never expected
and devotedly mends

so kind, so determined
i really cant hate him
i cant help but love him
i love him because he’s a saviour
so kind

Then partially fixed and partly destroyed
when they shift me from the cold table
after three strokes, not out
you might call me disabled
i might call it tabled and shelved
i still cant call it grateful,
I’m wrecked