So, Vee gently embarks his meticulous craft,
sounding the shoals of peri-operative care.
Steady on the tiller, as consciousness pauses
and Chrissie’s body begins to slowly unclench
as she slides into sleep.
Arms raised, face masked,
Jo scrubs, gloves and gowns. Tries to prepare:
a sorcerer’s apprentice invoking powerful forces,
his body becoming, increasingly tense