They are going to cut me open
And scrape my bones
Looking for some remnant of youth
Grown over by a calcified heart
Smothered by a spine
Grown uncaring
They are going to cut me open
And scrape my bones
Then leave me in a narcotic doze
In hopes of
Dreaming the boy inside me
Back into the world
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Michael Mayhew
November 29, 2015
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a good 'um
I like the way that you fuse two threads - the upcoming surgery and ongoing grief - into a new thing full of metaphor and dream.
And I also like very much the way the first two lines repeat. Gives it weight and a touch of horror.