The DirectorA Poem by Ryan Patrick WalshDirecting.
I am the heart surgeon's hands,
working on his audience in cardiac arrest, But this organ, it beats, slowly, I need to speed it up, Actors surround me in latex gloves, prick and cut with utensils I pick to prod. The Epi, The Myo, The Endo, Three layers my gloves must fold under, We must prevent sudden cardiac death, To notice drama through superior atria, To hear oxygenated emotion through the body, As long as they're breathing, heart's pumping, then performance is at play. © 2010 Ryan Patrick Walsh |
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Added on July 24, 2010 Last Updated on July 24, 2010 AuthorRyan Patrick WalshWest Bloomfield, MIAbout20 year old student currently attending MSU for a degree in Media Arts and Technology (Film, Television, Camerawork, Screenwriting, etc). I've been consistently writing poetry and short stories since .. more..Writing
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