The Director

The Director

A Poem by Ryan Patrick Walsh
"

Directing.

"
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
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Ryan Patrick Walsh
Ryan Patrick Walsh

West Bloomfield, MI



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20 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..

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