Sodium Pentothal Miasma
Ectomys and ostomies- actors
of the sterile theater bow under
the surgeon’s scalpel, encores
of life or death –precise incisions
to be or not to be, measured
decisions playing God in an
absurd theater of precisions and
revisions-diseased visions; seconds
split between dark and light.
The white metastasis of red space
disappears in cauterizing smoke, and
for now I see the sun’s curtain rise again.
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