Hospital Notes
Coming Out of Ether
Swish-swish-flash by the spokes of the Wheel of Pain;
Dizzily runs the whining rim.
Way down in the cool dark is slow-revolving sleep,
But I hang heavily writhing in hot chains
High in the crimson stillness of my body,
And the swish-swish of the spokes of the Wheel of Pain.
Clinic
Square white cells, all in a row, with ground-glass windows;
Tubes treasuring sacraments of suffering, rubber pipes, apparatus;
Walls maculate with old yellow and brown ...
Out of a mass of human flesh, hairy and dull,
Slim shining steel grows, dripping slow pale thick drops,
And regularly, like distant whistles in a fog, groaning ...
Young internes, following the great surgeon like chicks a hen,
Crowd in as he pokes, wrenches, and dictates over his shoulder,
And hurries on, deaf to the shuddering spirit, rapt in a dream of machinery.
Swish-swish-flash by the spokes of the Wheel of Pain;
Dizzily runs the whining rim.
Way down in the cool dark is slow-revolving sleep,
But I hang heavily writhing in hot chains
High in the crimson stillness of my body,
And the swish-swish of the spokes of the Wheel of Pain.
Clinic
Square white cells, all in a row, with ground-glass windows;
Tubes treasuring sacraments of suffering, rubber pipes, apparatus;
Walls maculate with old yellow and brown ...
Out of a mass of human flesh, hairy and dull,
Slim shining steel grows, dripping slow pale thick drops,
And regularly, like distant whistles in a fog, groaning ...
Young internes, following the great surgeon like chicks a hen,
Crowd in as he pokes, wrenches, and dictates over his shoulder,
And hurries on, deaf to the shuddering spirit, rapt in a dream of machinery.
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