Photo: ceramic dome
(Inspired by a Learning Channel video about a Canadian surgeon who taught brain surgery to doctors in a tiny Russian clinic. The patient was required to be conscious in order to participate in the procedure.)
You May Feel Some Discomfort
Perhaps I had my eyes closed when your assistants bashed
my horizontal chariot through the swinging doors.
I didn’t see that sign.
Just as well.
If I had known
the surgery you intended to perform
(removing the run-away tumour of mal-formed thought)
required me to be awake for the procedure
I may have searched for an alternate practitioner,
one who would anesthetize me
with framed platitudes hung beside
hand-penned personal testimonies
of painless probes
and joyful function (temporarily) restored.
I would have,
googled the back pages of ancient pdf-ed medical knowledge,
or youtubed reports of accidental new age discovery,
or followed the links to a parallel universe of pharmacos deliverance.
I confess to some disrespectful misuse of your name
when the raucous drill began its breakthrough,
(can you really buy those at Walmart?)
but once my thoughts lay open before you
I merely concentrated on
raising my arm
and opening my hand.
Thanks for letting me rest
as you reassembled my humbled dome
(and for being careful to leave room for expansion).
Thank you, God.