domingo, junho 15, 2008

Poesia de Junho XV


With an Epidural there is no pain
just noise. The anæsthetist
recommended earphones -
a soothing Sony Walkman®.
The operation started
at the start of Woman's Hour.

Through the sawing, filing, hammering
a soft voice said
We're going to move you now.
And above the haze of pale-green gauze
my leg detached itself and floated
plump and wan and lifeless
in an impossible trajectory towards
the corner of the room,
lacking only goat or violin to
turn into a painting by Chagall.

Vi Whitehead

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