the operation

under the suns
of unnatural light,
how easily
it all goes, as
the patient succumbs
to not sleep,
but something
akin to sleep,
the mask secured,
the body
wired and tubed,
tight.
the heart and mind
under the draped
white flag
of surrender,
and the surgeon
with his knife
and knowledge entering
the cave
of wonder, hoping
to find, or not
find,
what it is
that is trying to
quiet this life.