You Doting
LISTEN NOW
you doting
me supine in the mighty scanning tube
sacred chariot with the flaming eyes
and its alchemical decypherings
with hygienic blue gloved hands
the needle bearers ‘Quick Prick’
and the radioactive hunters
on a cancer safari
all those years of you racing to my side
seeker of misbegotten sanctity
supplicant at the altar of the covenant
politely edging your way into the outright criminality of it all
strewn behind the unsightly trail of benign smiles
in these rooms they extract blood insert the cannula directly into your vein
prop up the transparent plastic bag of blood on a metal pole
these rooms inconspicuously bequeathing their flotsam and jetsam
semi digested debris unclean to the touch
the bandages the wipes the small brown bottles with child proof caps
the warnings, the side effects, encasing the soul
