TWENTY-ONE: THE SECOND ROAD HOME FROM SURGERY WAR

The second road home from surgery war will strike you as odd and land you of nod. The second road home from surgery war will cut you like scissors and flat you like flithers. The second road home from surgery war will bury your head and take you half dead. The second road home from surgery war will record that meaning, but is also demeaning. The second road home from surgery war is twice as is long, but has its own song.

The second road home from surgery war

The second road home will take you how

The second road home will get you there

And surgery war is far away

The second road home will take your feet

Your tummy will rumble, no spuds to eat

The second road home will get you a place

It runs by and around all outer space

When Cyclops walks the second road home from surgery way, he has to consult his second war road home map. And after some mapping, he takes a nap. And when it is over, he calls it a wrap. And if he won’t tell you, you’ll call him a sap. And if it’s a dead end, you’ll say you are trapped.

And his eyes still flash from the light and explosions of surgery war, of surgery war, of surgery war, the second time thru. And he has been thru it, the ether and explosions and the sticks and the stones and the operating phones and he did see the scalpel and had to wear flannel and felt like an animal. He saw the big scissors, the threat and the thread, and if he survived it, he wouldn’t be dead.

And he wouldn’t be a woman either, for the surgery war surgeons did their best to reduce his chest and in between his knees they leaned down and sneezed.

They had to make him back a man, they had to do it if they can, they had to make his hips look right and that’s why there’s battle, and that’s why you fight.

The surgeons had to fight him back, they had to fight and right and might him back. They had to make him a someone, a nineman, a new man, they had to make him so, if only they can.

And if you saw him only on his face, you would see that his nose was nosewhere and his eyes were down to thirty-eight.

They didn’t have his swinger so they found it on his face. They surgically switched his nose down to a different nostril place, they moved it on a flatbed truck, they moved it on some wheels, they did their surgeon’s steals, and made it swing for reals.

They moved his nose from north to south and so there was a hole right over his mouth. They put a carrot there, for one of the surgeons had one in his lunch, and it looks like orange pointy nose, if you can take the hunch.

And two eyes of forty could be moved very smartly, and if you move two you just have to find nice pirate eye patches to hide the holes where the eyes used to roll, and that still leaves a Cyclops with thirty-eight eyes moving and seeing in all directions, and that is a lot of corrections, and that is still a lot of indiscretions.

His nose was now his swinger, and two eyes became his balls, and you can say he is a man in fact, a man down in the leg hip place, but some would say with some excitement that there was a face down on his groin.

“It’s the first time I’ve ever had a proper face, with two eyes and one nose and a fissure for noise,” thought Cyclops. “But I guess I have to keep it concealed in my trousers.”

And so he had a head face and in addition he had a groin face, and so he walked the road home from surgery war, and oh, if there were more we might have heard about it by now.