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Friday, January 6, 2012
Don’t Ask Why
We’re going in through here, he says
with a Neil Armstrong drawl,
pointing to a wall chart
of the lower digestive tract.
…up the sigmoid and descending colon,
through the transverse, then
down the ascending colon.
Nothing contradictory about that, I think,
just four small steps.
Yes, at moments like this,
lunar dust lazes against the slopes of rocks
never before trekked; nebulas remain
unfathomed and quasars unseen.
Here, though, sandblasted by a gallon of Colyte,
that instant salt and polyethylene punch,
he will see across distant, soft linings
with a myopic pipe of flexible fibers
that beams light to elbow images
back to an eyepiece, milli-seconds away.
We’ll take some biopsies, he adds.
…probably just pseudo-polyps anyway.
And I’m turned on my left side,
sporting a hospital gown made for such occasions.
Two tubes bullwhip from my nose;
the I.V. probing my right arm
erases both sensation and memory.
My position is something prized with self-mockery:
life is a hoax, a gift marked by chance
explorations and clichés. Look,
there are black holes sucking light out there
and galaxies exploding at warp speed!
May the force be with you,
I murmur before the light goes out.
“Don't Ask Why” was originally published in Mediphors.