A Poem A Day 27

Day Surgery


Gowned, tagged, prepped,
Transmuted from person to
patient; a body to be overhauled. 
About to be etherised upon a table 
(I think of T.S. Eliot). In this 
peculiar instance; my flesh and 
being oddly distinct.  I maintain 
myself, write poetry in the ward, 
hold dignity under this white
shroud.  My body the domain
of professionals and procedures
until they return it to me again.



Kerry Miller