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Director

I am the heart surgeon's hand,

working on his audience

in cardiac arrest,

 

But this *****

it's beating,

slowly,

 

I need to

speed it

up,

 

Actors

surround me

in latex gloves,

 

***** and cut

with utensils

I pick to ****

 

The Epi,

The Myo,

The Endo,

 

Three layers

my gloves

must fold under,

 

We must

prevent

sudden cardiac death,

 

To notice

drama

through superior atria,

 

To hear

oxygenated emotion

through the body,

 

As long as they're breathing,

hearts pumping,

the performance is at play.

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ryan-patrick-walsh
Irish
Published
Aug 2, 2010
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