True Cut 2

To begin then, at the
    with a team—of a sort.
a surgeon, and apprentice
                                   brilliantly lit,

Like moths round a flame,
    both teacher and taught
drawn to the wound, and the
                                   instruments’ glint.

An anaesthetist lost
    in shadow (and thought)
reassured by the monitor’s
                                      comforting beat.

And lastly a scrub nurse,
    who knows that she ought
to speak up for the voiceless
                                       patient asleep.

    And knows that she won’t.

True Cut 2



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