![]() The Pharmaceutical Sesquipedalian ProcedureA Poem by Paul ShannonMy dear, for you my scalpel sings It pays to irrigate The ear, open the floodgates For that which I have rendered numb Every part, plane, and pore Oh, my heart's Organ pipes resounding! The patient's form is blank no more And here beside Diocletian panes My sesquipedalian suture games Occluders for the pumping veins For phrases go beneath my name A ballet of the swaying kind Stitch one end Come out the other side Continuous thread of my machinations Retractors for my operations An aneurysmic clippage sport A drainage of the spinal sort Cardiopulmonary bypass time! I find each method so sublime These themes my sanctuary subjects Medical terminology my dialect Anyone can get sick, you see They're just severed parts of me © 2020 Paul Shannon |
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Added on January 2, 2020 Last Updated on January 2, 2020 Author![]() Paul ShannonNewfield, NJAboutI've read Hemingway and Flaubert! Give me a chance, man! more..Writing
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